Thanks to Fr. Jim for posting this poem by St. Augustine, which I shamelessly reproduce here:
Late have I loved Thee, O Beauty so ancient and so new, late have I loved Thee!
And, behold, Thou wert within me and I myself on the outside, and it was there that I sought Thee.
And into those lovely things, which Thou madest, All unlovely did I rush.
Thou wert with me, but I was not with Thee.
Those things kept me far from Thee, things that would not exist, unless they were in Thee.
Thou didst call, and shout, and shatter my deafness:
Thou didst sparkle, and shine, and dispel my blindness:
Thou sentest forth Thy fragrance, and I breathed deeply, and now I sigh for Thee:
I tasted, and now do hunger and thirst:
Thou didst touch me, and I burned for Thy peace.