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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.