The Dream by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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,â€”
White and awful the moonlight reached
Over the floor, and somewhere, somewhere,
There was a shutter loose,â€”it screeched!
Swung in the wind,â€”and no wind blowing!â€”
I was afraid, and turned to you,
Put out my hand to you for comfort,â€”
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,â€”
Ah, it is good to feel you there!