St. Augustine

I came to you late, O Beauty so ancient and new; I came to love you late. You were within me and I was outside, where I rushed about wildly searching for you. You were with me but I was not with you. You called me, you shouted to me, you wrapped me in your splendor, you broke past my deafness. You bathed me in your light, you sent my blindness reeling. You gave out such a delightful fragrance, and it made me hunger and thirst; you touched me, and I burned to know your peace.