In the Deep Nights by Rainer Maria Rilke — Read

In the deep nights I dig for you, O Treasure! / To seek you over the wide world I roam, / For all abundance is but meager measure / Of your bright beauty which is yet to come.

Over the road to you the leaves are blowing, / Few follow it, the way is long and steep. / You dwell in solitude -- Oh, does your glowing / Heart in some far off valley lie asleep?

My bloody hands, with digging bruised, I've lifted, / Spread like a tree I stretch them in the air / To find you before day to night has drifted; / I reach out into space to seek you there.

Then, as though with a swift impatient gesture, / Flashing from distant stars on sweeping wing, / You come, and over earth a magic vesture / Steals gently as the rain falls in the spring.