by 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 as the 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.