Poems (Barrett)/To George Sand.—A Desire
TO GEORGE SAND.
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 Above the applauded circus, in appliance Of thine own nobler nature's strength and science,—Drawing two pinions, white as wings of swan, From thy strong shoulders, to amaze the place With holier light! That thou to woman's claim, And man's, might join beside the angel's grace Of a pure genius sanctified from blame; Till child and maiden pressed to thine embrace, To kiss upon thy lips a stainless fame.