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 as the dew,
Under my hand the moonlight lay!
Love, if you laughI shall not care,
But if I weep it will not matter-
Ah, it is good to feel you there. |
| Edna St. Vincent Millay |
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| Reader Comments |
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| nice |
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| Name: sweet-girl | 2005-02-04 |
| it was very nice poem i like it very muck! |
| Good poem |
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| Name: Jessica | 2005-02-20 |
| I really love your poem it makes me feel so nice and it touches my heart like gold |
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