The Dream

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 comport-
And you were gone! Cold as a 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.