My dreams are all I have, so I go far in them, even to dreaming that you are my wife.

I dream how I shall fix up my dull old house for you.

One room will need nothing more--it is your room, dear, and has been ready for you a long time--long before that day I saw you under the pine.

Your books and your chair and your picture are there, dear--only the picture is not half lovely enough.

But the other rooms of the house must be made to bloom out freshly for you.