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TOO late did I love Thee, O Fairness, so ancient, and yet so
new! Too late did I love Thee For behold, Thou wert within, and
I without, and there did I seek Thee; I, unlovely, rushed
heedlessly among the things of beauty Thou madest. Thou were with
me, but I was not with Thee. Those things kept me far from Thee,
which, unless they were in Thee, were not. Thou calledst, and
criedst aloud, and forcedst open my deafness. Thou didst gleam and
shine, and chase away my blindness. Thou didst exhale odours, and I
drew in my breath and do pant after Thee. I tasted, and do hunger
and thirst. Thou didst touch me, and I burned for Thy peace.
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