The Dream

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

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!





Last updated January 14, 2019