Edna St. Vincent Millay

The Dream

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 reached 
Over 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!