The Dream by Edna St. Vincent Millay

The Dream Edna St. Vincent Millay 1892 – 1950 Love, if I weep it will not matter, And if you laugh I shall not care;Foolish am I to think about it, But it is good to feel you there.Love, in my sleep I dreamed of waking, — White and awful the moonlight reachedOver the floor, and somewhere, somewhere, There was a shutter loose, —it screeched!Swung in the wind, — and no wind blowing! — I was afraid, and turned to you,Put out my hand to you for comfort, — And you were gone! Cold, cold as dew,Under my hand the moonlight lay! Love, if you laugh I shall not care,But if I weep it will not matter, — Ah, it is good to feel you there!