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 Prelude 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.