In my garden's care and favour
From the East this tree's leaf shows
Secret sense for us to savour
And uplifts the one who knows.

 

Is it but one being single
Which as same itself divides?
Are there two which choose to mingle
So that each as one now hides?

 

As the answer to such question
I have found a sense that's true:
Is it not my songs' suggestion
That I'm one and also two?

 

J.W. Von Goethe, “Ginkgo Biloba”, 1819