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Fantasy I think, if God had heard my foolish prayer, And you had loved me as I hoped you would; And I’d looked up one day, and seen you there, ---And you had smiled , as if you understood Those dreams that I had always feared profane, And did not mind;---and if I had but found The quiet touch of your hands, to keep me sane When all the long, familiar faces frowned… Then on some cool and secret- shadowed night I’d wake, and find in your remembered eyes The strange new Truth I’d longed to realize--- As when some ploughman strikes a precious stone, And holding it intensely in his hand With sudden sweetness knows it for his own. (John Magee-16) You can somewhat feel the youth, the vulnerability here, the unrequited love he so deeply desires.
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