by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)
The House of Dreams
Language: English
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; ë 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.
Authorship:
- by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933), "The House of Dreams", appears in Sonnets to Duse and Other Poems, Boston: The Poet Lore Company, first published 1907 [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Gary Bachlund (b. 1947), "The House of Dreams", 2010 [mezzo-soprano and piano] [ sung text checked 1 time]
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This text was added to the website: 2011-12-27
Line count: 16
Word count: 96