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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.