506 <br /> <br />He touched me, so I live to know <br />That such a day, permitted so, <br />I groped upon his breast— <br />It was a boundless place to me <br />And silenced, as the awful sea <br />Puts minor streams to rest. <br /> <br />And now, I'm different from before, <br />As if I breathed superior air— <br />Or brushed a Royal Gown— <br />My feet, too, that had wandered so— <br />My Gypsy face—transfigured now— <br />To tenderer Renown— <br /> <br />Into this Port, if I might come, <br />Rebecca, to Jerusalem, <br />Would not so ravished turn— <br />Nor Persian, baffled at her shrine <br />Lift such a Crucifixial sign <br />To her imperial Sun.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-touched-me-so-i-live-to-know/
