The House of Dreams

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by Sara Teasdale

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;—
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.

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