Late, have I loved you,
Beauty so ancient so new!
Late have I loved you!
You were within me,
but I was outside you
and there I searched for you.
In my unloveliness I plunged into the lovely things which you created.
You were with me, but I was not with you.
Created things kept me from you;
yet if they had not been in you they would not have been at all.
You called, you shouted, and you broke through my deafness.
You flashed, you shone, and you dispelled my blindness.
You breathed your fragrance on me;
I drew in breath and now I long for you.
I have tasted you, now I hunger and thirst for more.
You touched me, and I burned for your peace.
– St Augustine Of Hippo 354-430AD