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.