I am, O Anxious One - Rainer Maria Rilke (1905)

I am, O Anxious One. Don't you hear my voice
surging forth with all my earthly feelings?
They yearn so high, that they have sprouted wings
and whitely fly in circles round your face.
My soul, dressed in silence, rises up
and stands alone before you: can't you see?
don't you know that my prayer is growing ripe
upon your vision as upon a tree?

If you are the dreamer, I am what you dream.
But when you want to wake, I am your wish,
and I grow strong with all magnificence
and turn myself into a star's vast silence
above the strange and distant city, Time.

I am, you anxious one. Do you not hear me 

rush to claim you with each eager sense ?

Now my feelings have found wings, 

and, circling, whitely fly about your countenance.

Here my spirit in its dress of stillness 

stands before you, — oh, do you not see ?

In your glance does not my Maytime prayer 

grow to ripeness as upon a tree ?

Dreamer, it is I who am your dream.

But would you awake, I am your will, 

and master of all splendor, and I grow 

to a sphere, like stars poised high and still, 

with time’s marvellous city stretched below

Book of Hours (1905)