Angelic Delight!

Wandering endlessly, I look for a vision,
Of a distant voice that aches a longing,
Where spring stays, the cold never comes,
Where patience reigns, prejudice never forms!

Behind the mountains, across the land,
...lies endless hills and endless dales,
...endless soft ground we thus touch at points,
As we walk, walk and walk!

And ask to me, what the voice is like?
I reclaim, "Angelic delight! Angelic delight!
Tender, soft, soothing and calm,
Deep is her voice, just like the sea,
Scorning, mocking, showing the way,
Joyous like wind (that sways the fields),
Merry is that voice!"

Thus in delight, I wait; it comes,
For displaced distance, we are near,
As they stare the beauty surpasses,
To them it thus fades, that soul I love and long!