There is a rapture that my soul desires

There is a something that I cannot name.

I know not after what my soul aspires

Nor guess from when the restless longing came

But ever from my childhood have I felt it

In all things beautiful, in all things gay

And ever has its gentle unseen presence

Falling like a shadow cloud across my way.



It is the melody in all sweet music

In all fair forms it is the hidden grace.

In all I love, a something that escapes me,

Flies by pursuit and ever visits face.

I see it in the woodlands, silver beauty

I feel it in the very breathing of the air.

I stretch my hand to grasp for I can't touch it

When I do, well I know it is not there.



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But ever from my childhood have I felt it

In all things beautiful, in all things gay

And ever has its gentle unseen presence

Falling like a shadow cloud across my way.



There is a rapture