The Dream by Edna St. Vincent Millay

February 21, 2015   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!            This poem is in the public domain. About This Poem   “The Dream” was published in Millay’s bookRenascence and Other Poems (M. Kennerley, 1917).   Edna St. Vincent Millay was born in Rockland, Maine, on February 22, 1892. She published numerous books of poems, including The Ballad of the Harp-Weaver (1922), which was awarded the Pulitzer Prize in 1923. Millay died in 1950. Photo Credit: Carl Van Vechten Poetry by Millay   The Selected Poetry of Edna St. Vincent Millay (Modern Library, 2002) "I Love You" by Sara Teasdale "When You Are Old" by W. B. Yeats "Lullaby" by W. H. Auden Poem-a-Day   Launched during National Poetry Month in 2006,Poem-a-Day features new and previously unpublished poems by contemporary poets on weekdays and classic poems on weekends.