Wrongly thinking that beauty lay without, 
	blindly I cast about. 
	How late did I begin 
to realize your beauty lay within.
 
	To one bereft of sight 
	you said Let there be light.
 	Thus to my deafened ear 
you called, you cried! hoping that I might hear. 

	I thirsted, hungered, yearned. 
	You touched me, and I burned. 
	How late I came to you, 
to beauty ever ancient, ever new. 

	How late I came to you.