Thy Better Self

I AM thy other self, what thou wilt be, When thou art I, the one seest now; In finding thy true self thou wilt find me, The springing blade, where now thou dost but plough. I am thy neighbor, a new house I've built, Which thou as yet hast never entered in; I come to call thee; come in when thou wilt, The feast is always ready to begin. Thou should'st love me, as thou dost love thyself, For I am but another self beside; To show thee him thou lov'st in better health, What thou would'st be, when thou to him hast died; Then visit me, I make thee many a call; Nor live I near to thee alone, but all.