I am, O Anxious One. Don't you hear my voice br surging forth with all my earthly feelings? br They yearn so high, that they have sprouted wings br and whitely fly in circles round your face. br My soul, dressed in silence, rises up br and stands alone before you: can't you see? br don't you know that my prayer is growing ripe br upon your vision as upon a tree? br If you are the dreamer, I am what you dream. br But when you want to wake, I am your wish, br and I grow strong with all magnificence br and turn myself into a star's vast silence br above the strange and distant city, Time.