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
Put 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 cruxifixal sign
To her imperial sun.
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild Nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile the winds
To a heart in port, --
Done with the compass,
Done with the chart!
Rowing in Eden!
Ah! the sea!
Might I but moor
To-night in Thee!
Sage and Rosemary