“Aye, workman, make me a dream” by Stephen Crane


Aye, 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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