To E.
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.