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…