Author Wilfrid Wilson Gibson The house we built with hands,To shelter love's delightFrom the pitchy night,Dark and empty stands.But from our house of dreamsEverlasting lightThrough the pitchy nightPours in golden streams. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments