there is a call
there’s beauty deep
for which I’ll fall
for which I’ll weep
it’s hidden there
in realms unknown
that secret share
unseen unshown
in moments rare
in visions sweet
I’ve travelled there
that hope to meet
in brief delight
then I would find
that fairest flight
of fleeting kind
it’s drawn me on
to realms concealed
I’ve often gone
to yonder field
and seeking for
that blessed somewhere
to find it’s in
the air of elsewhere
