Poemsby Emily Dickinson

XVIII

 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.