Poem by Stephen Crane

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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. With eye and with gesture
2. On the horizon the peaks assembled
3. Two or three angels
4. The successful man has thrust himself
5. Friend, your white beard sweeps the ground

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