The dream

Love, no matter if I cry,
And if you laugh I do not care;
Foolish I think,
But it should be there.

Love, in my sleep I dreamed of waking,
White and awful the moonlight reached
On the floor, and somewhere, somewhere
There was a shutter loose-gnashing!

Swaying in the wind and without wind-
I was afraid and turned to her,
Put my hand to you for comfort-
And you were gone! Cold as the dew,

Under my hand the moonlight lay!
Love, I do not care if you laugh,
But if I weep it will not be subject-
Ah, you should be there.