Late have I loved you,
O beauty ever ancient,
beauty ever new.
Late have I loved you.
For though you were
always within me,
yet I sought you in what I found
outside my self,
and in that state I plunged
into created things
which you yourself have made.
You were, all this time, within me;
yet I failed to see you,
for the lovely things of the world
which have captivated me,
kept me far from you.
And yet you called, you cried out,
and you shattered my deafness;
you were radiant and resplendent,
you put flight to my blindness.
So now I hunger and thirst for you,
with a hunger and thirst
that none of the things of this earth could ever satisfy;
for you have set my heart on fire
with a longing to rest solely in you.
- Saint Augustine of Hippo