As when it deeply sighs
O’er autumn’s latest bloom.
ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING
1806-1861
101. To George Sand. I. A Desire
Thou large-brained woman and large-hearted man,
Self-called George Sand! whose soul, amid the lions
Of thy tumultuous senses, moans defiance,
And answers roar for roar, as spirits can!
I would some mild miraculous thunder ran