Rilke, "Weißt du, ich will mich schleichen"

A work ("Know that I softly shall escape") by this Austrian poet.  You can read the original here.

Know that I softly shall escape    
Far from this loud, encircling gloom,   
Once I espy the wan stars' shape  
So high above the oaks' broad cape, 
And know their bloom.

Shall I choose paths of rarest weaves,   
By poet nor by mortal view’d, 
Among the palest evening leas?   
No dream but this within me heaves:  
That you’ll come, too.