The night is quiet, the streets are calm, In this house my beloved once lived: She has long since left the town, But the house still stands, here in the same place. A man stands there also and looks to the sky, And wrings his hands overwhelmed by pain: Upon seeing his face, I am terrified-- The moon shows me my own form! O you Doppelgänger! you pale comrade! Why do you ape the pain of my love Which tormented me upon this spot So many a night, so long ago? (Der Doppelgänger)