I built a little House of Dreams, <br />And fenced it all about, <br />But still I heard the Wind of Truth <br />That roared without. <br />I laid a fire of Memories <br />And sat before the glow, <br />But through the chinks and round the door <br />The wind would blow. <br />I left the House, for all the night <br />I heard the Wind of Truth; — <br />I followed where it seemed to lead <br />Through all my youth. <br />But when I sought the House of Dreams, <br />To creep within and die, <br />The Wind of Truth had levelled it, <br />And passed it by.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-house-of-dreams-2/
