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. Once a man clambering to the housetops
2. Blustering God
3. You tell me this is God?
4. There came whisperings in the winds
5. Behold, from the land of the farther suns

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