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Edna St. Vincent Millay - The Dream
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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!
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