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. A man toiled on a burning road
2. Upon the road of my life
3. The successful man has thrust himself
4. Mystic shadow, bending near me
5. If I should cast off this tattered coat

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