The House of Dreams

I built a little House of Dreams,

And fenced it all about,

But still I heard the Wind of Truth

That roared without.

I laid a fire of Memories

And sat before the glow,

But through the chinks and round the door

The wind would blow.

I left the House, for all the night

I heard the Wind of Truth; ë

I followed where it seemed to lead

Through all my youth.

But when I sought the House of Dreams,

To creep within and die,

The Wind of Truth had levelled it,

And passed it by.