In every dream the lovely features rise

Julio Romero de Torres

Mira Que Bonita Era

In every dream the lovely features rise

In every dream the lovely features rise;

I see them in the sunshine of the day;

Thy form is flitting still before my eyes

Where'er at eve I tread my lonely way;

In every moaning wind I hear thee say

Sweet words of consolation, while thee sighs

Seem borne along on every blast that flies;

I live, I talk with thee where'er I stray:

And yet thou never more shalt come to me

On earth, for though art in a world of bliss,

And fairer still - if fairer thou canst be -

Than when thou bloomed'st for a while in this.

Few be my days of loneliness and pain

Until I meet in love with thee again.

~ William Barnes ~