Classic Poem

We once built a house o' dreams
At the break o' day
Made from out the first gold beams
On the sward astray.

Little did we think or care
'Twas not safe nor strong;
We were very happy there
And the day was long.

Now we leave our house o' dreams,
Why, we do not know;
Only this--so strange it seems
And so hard to go!