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 natures 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 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