Girl in Love

That's my window.

This

So gently did I

From sleep—was still floating in it.

Where has my life its

And where begins the night?

I could fancy all things around

Were nothing but I as yet;

Like a crystal's depth,

Mute, translucent, unlit.

I have space to spare inside

For the stars, too: so full of

Feels my heart; so

Would it let go of him,

For all I know I have

To love, it may be to hold.

Strange, as if never charted,

Stares my fortune untold.

Why is it I am

Beneath this infinitude,

Fragrant like a meadow,

Hither and thither moved,

Calling out, yet

Someone might hear the cry,

Destined to

Within another I.