Fools Laugh At Dreamers, And The Dreamers Smile In Answer, If They Any Answer Make: They Know That Saxon Alfred Could Not Bake The Oaten Cakes, But That He Snatched His Isle Back From The Fierce And Bloody-Handed Dane. And So, They Leave The Plodders To Their Gains - Quit Money Changing For The Student'S Lamp, And Tune The Harp To Gain Thereby Some Camp, Where What They Learn Is Worth A Kingdom'S Crown; They Fashion Bows And Arrows To Bring Down The Mighty Truths Which Sail The Upper Air; To Them The Facts Which Make The Fools Despair Become Familiar, And A Thousand Things Tell Them The Secrets They Refuse To Kings.