Isaac Albéniz - A Song of Consolation lyrics

Again, dear heart, we snatch an hour
From Time, who grudges bliss
Thy lips unfold, like morning flower
To pout the promised kiss!

Deep hues arise within thine eyes
Love's soft suffusion stealing
Fills all thy face with tender grace
And all thy form with feeling

Beside thee I can still forget
Life's purposes, how vain
The force that dissipates in fret
The disproportioned pain:
Who so may preach, can never reach
(Too careful comfort doling)
The soothing power of one dear hour
Of thy complete consoling