He touched me, so I live to know

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.