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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!