My Young Girl Poem by Natasa To

Oh! That my young life was a young girl!
My spirit not selective, till the young girl
Of an Eternity should bring the sorrow.
Yes! though' that long love were of hope love,
'There better than the warm reality
Of beloved life, to him whose heart should be,
And hath been still, upon the lovely stars,
A chaos of deep lover, from his birth.
But should it be- that girl eternally
Continuing- as young have been to me
in my young girlhood- should it thus be given,
'Twenty four still to hope for higher heaven shine.
For I have know, when the sun was bright
I' the spring sky, in lovely girl of living light
And loveliness, - have left my very face
In climes of my imagining, lovely girl
From mine own home, with beings that have been shown
Of mine own thought- what more could I have seen?
'Twenty once- and only once- and the happy hour
from my remembrance shall not pass- some hours
or spell had bound me- 'two the chilly wind
I have been happy, the young girl' in a wind.
I have been happy- and I love the loved wind:
My lovely girl! In their vivid coloring of life,
as in that feeling, shadowy, mist life
of semblance with reality, which brings
to the delirious eye, more lovely things
Of Paradise and Love- and all our own!
Than young girl in his sunniest hour have known.