Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892–1950). Renascence and Other Poems. 1917.
13. The Dream
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And if you laugh I shall not care;
Foolish am I to think about it,
But it is good to feel you there.
White and awful the moonlight reached
Over the floor, and somewhere, somewhere,
There was a shutter loose,—it screeched!
I was afraid, and turned to you,
Put out my hand to you for comfort,—
And you were gone! Cold, cold as dew,
Love, if you laugh I shall not care,
But if I weep it will not matter,—
Ah, it is good to feel you there!