I HAVE REMEMBERED BEAUTY in THE NIGHT....

From Sara Teasdale  "To E." (1917)

I have remembered beauty in the night

Against black silences I waked to see

A shower of sunlight over Italy

And green Ravello dreaming on her height;

I have remembered music in the dark,

The clean swift brightness of a fugue of Bach's,

And running water singing on the rocks

When once in English woods I heard a lark.

But all remembered beauty is no more

than a vague prelude to the thought of you...........

You are the rarest soul I ever knew

Lover of beauty, knightliest and best:

My thoughts seek you as waves that seek the shore,

And when I think of you......I am at rest.

Photographs 2022