That's my window. This minute <br />So gently did I alight <br />From sleep--was still floating in it. <br />Where has my life its limit <br />And where begins the night? <br /> <br />I could fancy all things around me <br />Were nothing but I as yet; <br />Like a crystal's depth, profoundly <br />Mute, translucent, unlit. <br /> <br />I have space to spare inside me <br />For the stars, too: so full of room <br />Feels my heart; so lightly <br />Would it let go of him, whom <br /> <br />For all I know I have started <br />To love, it may be to hold. <br />Strange, as if never charted, <br />Stares my fortune untold. <br /> <br />Why is it I am bedded <br />Beneath this infinitude, <br />Fragrant like a meadow, <br />Hither and thither moved, <br /> <br />Calling out, yet fearing <br />Someone might hear the cry, <br />Destined to disappearing <br />Within another I.<br /><br />Rainer Maria Rilke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/girl-in-love/
