The local pond, my 'Walden', in winter light and bitter cold one afternoon
and in Venice, whence I'd just returned, watery reflections and a full moon rising
and a sunset setting the waters of the lagoon near Torcello aflame
Late have I loved you, Beauty ever ancient and ever new1 You called and shouted and broke through my deafness! behold, you were within me, while I was outside....
St Augustine, Confessions
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