As Sharp As In My Childhood, Still

For wonder leaps upon me still,
And makes me dizzy, makes me ill,
But never frightened — for I know —
Not where — but in whose hands I go;
The lovely fingers of Delight
Have hold of me and hold me tight.

~Millay

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