I built a little House of Dreams, br And fenced it all about, br But still I heard the Wind of Truth br That roared without. br I laid a fire of Memories br And sat before the glow, br But through the chinks and round the door br The wind would blow. br I left the House, for all the night br I heard the Wind of Truth; — br I followed where it seemed to lead br Through all my youth. br But when I sought the House of Dreams, br To creep within and die, br The Wind of Truth had levelled it, br And passed it by.