“I am like thee, O, Night, dark and naked; I walk on the 
flaming path which is above my day-dreams, and whenever my 
foot touches earth a giant oak tree comes forth.”
 
      “Nay, thou art not like me, O, Madman, for thou still lookest
      backward to see how large a foot-print thou leavest on the sand.” 
“I am like thee, O, Night, silent and deep; and in the heart of
my loneliness lies a Goddess in child-bed; and in him who is being
born Heaven touches Hell.”
 
      “Nay, thou art not like me, O, Madman, for thou shudderest 
      yet before pain, and the song of the abyss terrifies thee.” 
“I am like thee, O, Night, wild and terrible; for my ears are 
crowded with cries of conquered nations and sighs for forgotten 
lands.”

      “Nay, thou art not like me, O, Madman, for thou still takest 
      thy little-self for a comrade, and with thy monster-self thou canst
      not be friend.” 
“I am like thee, O, Night, cruel and awful; for my bosom is lit
by burning ships at sea, and my lips are wet with blood of slain
warriors.”
       “Nay, thou art not like me, O, Madman; for the desire for a
      sister-spirit is yet upon thee, and thou has not become alone unto
      thyself.”
“I am like thee, O, Night, joyous and glad; for he who dwells 
in my shadow is now drunk with virgin wine, and she who 
follows me is sinning mirthfully.”
 
       “Nay, thou art not like me, O, Madman, for thy soul is 
       wrapped in the veil of seven folds and thou holdest not thy 
      heart in thine hand.”
“I am like thee, O, Night, patient and passionate; for in my 
breast a thousand dead lovers are buried in shrouds of withered 
kisses.” 
       “Yea, Madman, art thou like me?  Art thou like me?  And canst 
      thou ride the tempest as a steed, and grasp the lightning as a 
      sword?”
“Like thee, O, Night, like thee, mighty and high, and my throne 
is built upon heaps of fallen Gods; and before me too pass 
the days to kiss the hem of my garment but never to gaze at 
my face.” 
       “Art thou like me, child of my darkest heart?  And dost thou 
       think my untamed thoughts and speak my vast language?”
“Yea, we are twin brothers, O, Night; for thou revealest space 
and I reveal my soul.