He touched me, so I live to know by Emily Dickinson
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 --
Into this Port, if I might come, Rebecca, to Jerusalem, Would not so ravished turn -- Nor Persian, baffled at her shrine Lift such a Crucifixial sign To her imperial Sun.
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