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!
