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. To the maiden
2. You tell me this is God?
3. Behold, from the land of the farther suns
4. Many red devils ran from my heart
5. I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night

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