XVIII
He touched me, so I live to knowThat such a day, permitted so,I groped upon his breast.It was a boundless place to me,And silenced, as the awful seaPuts 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 nowTo tenderer renown.