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Sara Teasdale (Сара Тисдейл)


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.



Sara Teasdale's other poems:
  1. Enough
  2. Riches
  3. Dusk in War Time
  4. Joy
  5. Moods


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