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 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!