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!


About this poem
"The Dream" was published in Edna St. Vincent Millay's book "Renascence and Other Poems" (M. Kennerley, 1917).

About Edna St. Vincent Millay
Edna St. Vincent Millay was born in Rockland, Maine, on Feb. 22, 1892. She published numerous books of poems, including "The Ballad of the Harp-Weaver" (1922), which was awarded the Pulitzer Prize in 1923. Millay died in 1950.

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