He Touched Me, So I Live To Know By Emily Elizabeth 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.