[Aye, workman, make me a dream]

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.

 

Credit

This poem is in the public domain. 

About this Poem

“‘[Aye, workman, make me a dream]’” was published in War Is Kind (Frederick A. Stokes, 1899).