Love, if I weep it will not matter, <br />And if you laugh I shall not care; <br />Foolish am I to think about it, <br />But it is good to feel you there. <br /> <br />Love, in my sleep I dreamed of waking, -- <br />White and awful the moonlight reached <br />Over the floor, and somewhere, somewhere, <br />There was a shutter loose, -- it screeched! <br /> <br />Swung in the wind, -- and no wind blowing! -- <br />I was afraid, and turned to you, <br />Put out my hand to you for comfort, -- <br />And you were gone! Cold, cold as dew, <br /> <br />Under my hand the moonlight lay! <br />Love, if you laugh I shall not care, <br />But if I weep it will not matter, -- <br />Ah, it is good to feel you there!<br /><br />Edna St Vincent Millay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dream-17/
