Late have I loved You, Beauty so ancient and so new, late have I loved You! Lo, You were within, but I outside, seeking there for You, and upon the shapely things you have made I rushed headlong – I, misshapen. You were with me, but I was not with You. They held me back far from You, those things which would have no being, were they not in You. You called, shouted, broke through my deafness; You flared, blazed, banished my blindness; You lavished your fragrance, I gasped; and now I pant for You; I tasted You, and now I hunger and thirst; You touched me, and I burned for Your peace.

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