Concerning the rose which blooms but knows not why

So I have finished up my first semester of graduate work and I cannot be happier with my school, my program, the classes I took. It's been a very rewarding time these past few months. Although, I do miss my friends and I do miss the songs we sang and the chords we strummed. But, oddly enough, just like when I got to GC and felt like that was where I was supposed to be, I feel like BC is where I'm supposed to be for now.

That said, I have a surprisingly beautiful quote from St. Augustine which I need to share. It's from book X of his Confessions and sometimes gets called "Late Have I Loved Thee." For me, it's up there with Rilke. At least for now.

Too late have I loved you,
O Beauty so ancient and so new,
too late have I loved you!

Behold, you were within me, while I was outside:
it was there that I sought you,
and, a deformed creature,
rushed headlong upon these things of beauty
which you have made.
You were within me, but I was not with you.
They kept me far from you,
those fair things which,
if they were not in you, would not exist at all.

You have called to me,
and have cried out,
and have shattered my deafness.
You have blazed forth with light,
and have shone upon me,
and you have put my blindness to flight!

You have sent forth fragrance,
and I have drawn in my breath,
and I pant after you.
I have tasted you,
and I hunger and thirst after you.

You have touched me, and I have burned for your peace.