Stephen Crane (Стивен Крейн)

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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.

1. If I should cast off this tattered coat
2. Supposing that I should have the courage
3. With eye and with gesture
4. The ocean said to me once
5. On the horizon the peaks assembled

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