I AM thy other self, what thou wilt be, 
When thou art I, the one seest now; 
In finding thy true self thou wilt find me, 
The springing blade, where now thou dost but plough. 
I am thy neighbor, a new house I've built, 
Which thou as yet hast never entered in; 
I come to call thee; come in when thou wilt, 
The feast is always ready to begin. 
Thou should'st love me, as thou dost love thyself, 
For I am but another self beside; 
To show thee him thou lov'st in better health, 
What thou would'st be, when thou to him hast died; 
Then visit me, I make thee many a call; 
Nor live I near to thee alone, but all.