The Old Road to Paradise/I Took His Dreams
I TOOK HIS DREAMS
I took his dreams from him, Boy-dreams of gold and red, I gave him sorrows dim, White grief, instead, . . . And for a little space Joy in my careless face.
I took his hope away, Light hope, a foolish thing, I gave him silence gray, Death's comforting . . . Was it my soul that sighed,Dead on the day he died?