I have remembered beauty in the night.
I have remembered green Ravello dreaming on her height.
I have remembered beautiful and splendid things,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
Children's faces looking up,
Holding wonder like a cup.
But all remembered beauty is no more
Than a prelude to the thought of you,
When I think of you, I am at rest.
My thoughts need you like waves that need the shore,
Lover of beauty, knightliest and best, 
Rarest soul I ever knew.
I am at rest when I think of you.

I have remembered music in the dark.
I have remembered running water singing on the rocks.
I have remembered whitest ocean's crashing waves,
scent of pine trees in the rain,
music like a curve of gold,
eyes that love and arms that hold.
But all remembered beauty is no more 
than a prelude to the thought of you,
When I think of you I am at rest.
My thoughts need you like waves that need the shore,
Lover of beauty, knightliest and best, 
Rarest soul I ever knew.
I am at rest when I think of you.

I have remembered beauty in the night,
And I have remembered music in the dark.
And once in English woods, I heard a lark.
I heard its song. I heard its music. 
But all remembered beauty is no more 
than a prelude, a vague and fleeting prelude to the thought of you!
When I think of you I am at ...
Lover of beauty, knightliest and best, 
Rarest soul I ever knew.
I am at rest when I think of you.