The Dream
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, 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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- Edna St. Vincent Millay : The Little Ghost
- Edna St. Vincent Millay : The Little Hill
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- Edna St. Vincent Millay : The Penitent
- Edna St. Vincent Millay : The Philosopher
- Edna St. Vincent Millay : The Poet And His Book
- Edna St. Vincent Millay : The Prisoner
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- Edna St. Vincent Millay : The Singing-woman From The Wood's Edge
- Edna St. Vincent Millay : The Suicide
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