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    This poem reflects on remembered moments of beauty the poet has experienced - the night sky over Italy, music by Bach, and birds singing in the woods. However, the poet says that all past experiences of beauty are just a prelude to thinking about the person addressed in the poem. The poet's thoughts always seek this person, who is described as the rarest soul, a lover of beauty, and the knightliest and best. When thinking of this person, the poet finds rest.

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    This poem reflects on remembered moments of beauty the poet has experienced - the night sky over Italy, music by Bach, and birds singing in the woods. However, the poet says that all past experiences of beauty are just a prelude to thinking about the person addressed in the poem. The poet's thoughts always seek this person, who is described as the rarest soul, a lover of beauty, and the knightliest and best. When thinking of this person, the poet finds rest.

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    This poem reflects on remembered moments of beauty the poet has experienced - the night sky over Italy, music by Bach, and birds singing in the woods. However, the poet says that all past experiences of beauty are just a prelude to thinking about the person addressed in the poem. The poet's thoughts always seek this person, who is described as the rarest soul, a lover of beauty, and the knightliest and best. When thinking of this person, the poet finds rest.

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    Love Songs 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 remember music in the dark, The clean swift brightness of a fugue of Bachs, 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

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