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I have remembered beauty in the night, Against black silences I waked to see A shower of sunlight over Italy And green Ravello dreaming on her height; I have remembered music in the dark, The clean swift brightness of a fugue of Bach’s, And running water singing on the rocks When once in English woods I heard a lark. But all remembered beauty is no more Than a vague pelude to the thought of you— You are the rarest soul I ever knew, Lover of beauty, knightliest and best, My thoughts seek you as waves that seek the shore, And when I think of you I am at rest.
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I have remembered beauty in the night, Against black silences I waked to see A shower of sunlight over Italy And green Ravello dreaming on her height; I have remembered music in the dark, The clean swift brightness of a fugue of Bach’s, And running water singing on the rocks When once in English woods I heard a lark. But all remembered beauty is no more Than a vague pelude to the thought of you— You are the rarest soul I ever knew, Lover of beauty, knightliest and best, My thoughts seek you as waves that seek the shore, And when I think of you I am at rest.
Sara Teasdale
1884 - 1933/Female/American