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THE DREAM

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!