Emily Dickinson

He touched me, so I live to know

506 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.