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,--

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!