You took my empty dreams <br /> And filled them every one <br />With tenderness and nobleness, <br /> April and the sun. <br /> <br />The old empty dreams <br /> Where my thoughts would throng <br />Are far too full of happiness <br /> To even hold a song. <br /> <br />Oh, the empty dreams were dim <br /> And the empty dreams were wide, <br />They were sweet and shadowy houses <br /> Where my thoughts could hide. <br /> <br />But you took my dreams away <br /> And you made them all come true -- <br />My thoughts have no place now to play, <br /> And nothing now to do. <br /> <br /> <br />Submitted by Venus<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/houses-of-dreams-2/
