The Old Road to Paradise/I Took His Dreams

by Margaret Widdemer

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?