My soul,
At poetry's divine first finger-touch,
Let go conventions and sprang up surprised.


Aurora Leigh (1857)


My soul, At poetry's divine first finger-touch, Let go conventions and sprang up surprised.

My soul, At poetry's divine first finger-touch, Let go conventions and sprang up surprised.

My soul, At poetry's divine first finger-touch, Let go conventions and sprang up surprised.

My soul, At poetry's divine first finger-touch, Let go conventions and sprang up surprised.