To Gee Sand: A Desire
THOU large-brained woman and large-hearted man,
Self-called Gee Sand ! whose soul, amid the lions
Of thy tumultuous senses, moans defiance
And answers roar for roar, as spirits :
I would some mild miraculous thunder ran
Above the applauded circus, in appliance
Of thine own nobler natures strength and sce,
Drawing two pinions, white as wings of swan,
From thy strong shoulders, to amaze the place
With hht ! that thou to womans claim
And mans, mightst join beside the angels grace
Of a pure genius sanctified from blame
Till child and maiden pressed to thine embrace
To kiss upon thy lips a stainless fame.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning