This tree”s leaf which here the East
In my garden propagates,
On its secret sense we feast,
Such as sages elevates.
Is it one but being single
Which as same itself divides ?
Are there two which choose to mingle,
So that one each other hides ?
As the answer to such question
I”ve found a sense that”s true:
Is it not my songs”s suggestion
That I”m one and also two ?
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, 1815
Love Poem to Marianne von Willemer