Houses of Dreams

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.