The night is so still, the streets are at rest, <br />This is the house that my love graced, <br />This is the town she’s long since left, <br />But the house is here in the selfsame place. <br />A man’s there too, who stands and stares, <br />And wrings his hands, in violent pain: <br />When I see his look it makes me scared – <br />The moonlight shows my face again. <br />You doppel-gänger! You pallid creature! <br />Why do you act that torment through, <br />Love, torturing me on this very corner, <br />For so many nights, those years I knew.<br /><br />Heinrich Heine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/still-ist-die-nacht/
