What The Soul Desires

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 breathing of the air I stretch my hand to grasp for I can't touch it But I do, well, I know it is not there La la la la la la La la la la la la La la la la la La la la la la La la la la la La la la la la la la la la 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