What is the name of this poem by Rilke?

I am alone in the world, and yet not alone enough to make each hour holy. I am lowly in this world, and yet not lowly enough for me just to be a thing to you, dark and shrewed. I want my will and i want to go with my will as it moves towards action. And i want, in those silent, somehow faltering times, to be with someone who knows, or else alone. I want to reflect everything about you, and i never want to be too blind or too ancient to keep your profound wavering image with me. I want to unfold. I don't want to be folded anywhere, because there, where i'm folded, i am a lie.