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 Leveled It, And Passed It By.