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. Two or three angels
2. Love walked alone
3. Charity thou art a lie
4. In the night
5. A man toiled on a burning road

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