Augustine’s Confessions, 10.27.38

    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.