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As in a dream. Leaving a stunned and gap-mouthed Ferdinand,
Father and faery pageant, she, even she,
Miraculous Miranda, steps from the stage,
Move sup the aisle to my seat, where she stops,
Smiles gently, seriously, and takes my hand
And leads me out of the theatre into a night
As luminous as noon, more deeply real,
Simply because of her hand, than any dream
Shakespeare or I or anon ever dreamed
Anthony Evan Hecht
poet
January 16, 1923-October 20, 2004
Helen D'Alessandro Hecht
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