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1830–1886

XVIII.

Emily 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.

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