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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.
Stephen Crane’s other poems:
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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.
Stephen Crane’s other poems: