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.