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