Love

Houses of Dreams

by Sara Teasdale 1884–1933

From Love Songs

Love

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.

MLA

Teasdale, Sara. “Houses of Dreams.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/teasdale/129/.

Chicago

Teasdale, Sara. “Houses of Dreams.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/teasdale/129/.

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