

HE touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast. It was a boundless place to me, And silenced, as the awful sea Puts minor streams to rest.And now, I ’m different from before, As if I breathed superior air,Or brushed a royal gown; My feet, too, that had wandered so, My gypsy face transfigured now To tenderer renown.
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.