“Aye, workman, make me a dream” by Stephen Crane

April 4, 2017 / No Comments

Aye, 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.