Idioma Origen:
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 whence the restless longing came
But ever from my childhood have I felt it
In all things beautiful, and 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 my pursuit and ever vales its face.
I see it in the woodlands, summer beauty
I feel it in the very breathing of the air.
I stretch my hand to grasp for it and touch it
But, ah, too 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
Idioma Destino:
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 whence the restless longing came
But ever from my childhood have I felt it
In all things beautiful, and 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 my pursuit and ever vales its face.
I see it in the woodlands, summer beauty
I feel it in the very breathing of the air.
I stretch my hand to grasp for it and touch it
But, ah, too 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