To E. I have remembered beauty in the night, A gainst 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 ivoods I heard a lark. But all remembered beauty is no more Than a vague prelude to the thought of you You are the rarest soid 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. (Typographical errors above are due to OCR software and don't occur in the book.)
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