April and the Sun

You took my empty dreams
And filled them every one
With tenderness and nobleness,
April and the sun.
The old empty dreams
Where my thoughts would throng
Are far too full of happiness 
To even hold a song.

Oh, the empty dreams were dim
And they were wide,
They were sweet and shadowy houses
Where my thoughts could hide.
But you took my dreams away
And made them all come true
My thoughts have no place now to play,
And nothing now to do.