House of Dreams

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House of Dreams
by Sara Teasdale
From Love Songs Part III


You took my empty dreams
      And filled them every one
With tenderness and nobleness,
      April and the sun.

The old empty dreams
      Where my thoughts would throng
Are far too full of happiness
      To even hold a song.

Oh, the empty dreams were dim
      And the empty dreams were wide,
They were sweet and shadowy houses
      Where my thoughts could hide.

But you took my dreams away
      And you made them all come true --
My thoughts have no place now to play,
      And nothing now to do.