When words fail, google Sara Teasdale

Sometimes words fail me. At those points, I often consult better equipped writers than myself. This has got to be one of my all-time favorite poems. And set to music, it's even better. Yes, I am an avid fan of well-written poetry. This particular one has been on my mind lately for some reason. Naturally, I thought I'd share. For all you fellow hopeless romantics out there, enjoy. For all others, prepare to be converted.

To E.

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.

~Sara Teasdale