Ay, Workman, Make Me A Dream - Poem by Stephen Crane
Ay, workman, make me a dream,
A dream for my love.
Cunningly weave sunlight,
Breezes, and flowers.
Let it be of the cloth of meadows.
And - good workman -
And let there be a man walking thereon.
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