Oh Solace, come, I'm giving you your space. I've brought you to this quiet, sacred place So you can, as your able, find your voice: So speak then as you can, And I will hear. For Comfort is a thing of blue and gray Like mist upon a lake at break of day That calls the very sinews to rejoice: So spread your screen and show, And I will watch. So Consolation, I would feel your hands Upon my shoulders. We can stand, or dance; Or play here, reveling in all these joys -- So let me touch you now, And I will feel.