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Слушать(AI)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, 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!
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Edna St. Vincent Millay (February 22, 1892 – October 19, 1950) was an American lyrical poet and playwright.
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