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.
You can somewhat feel the youth, the vulnerability here, the unrequited love he so deeply desires.