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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NATHAHNI AND SOYAZHE by FRANCES DAVIS ADAMS EPISTLE TO A YOUNG FRIEND by ROBERT BURNS VERSES FOR A NOBLE EARL'S PICTURE by ROBERT BURNS THROUGH THE WATERS by ELIZA COOK THE PHILOSOPHICAL BEGGAR by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES |