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. If I should cast off this tattered coat
2. There was a man and a woman
3. A spirit sped
4. The successful man has thrust himself
5. The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top

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