[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).
Date Published
03/05/2017