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-2/
