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.
2 Comments...not Spam-ments.:
I'm way too obscure sometimes, I know. That was by Emily Dickinson, one of my favorite poets. Kind of a dreamy little piece isn't it? =)
This poem seems to reach out and touch anothers soul. ;~)
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