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...MY DEATH AS A GIRL I KNEW by JAMES GALVIN THE WAR THAT ISN'T WHAT YOU THINK by JAMES GALVIN THE BUTCHER SHOP by DAVID IGNATOW REPULSE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE GARDEN BY MOONLIGHT by AMY LOWELL |