By Luis G. Dato
The morn beams my unseeing eyes caress,
And, sudden, like some olden sorcery,
Blind pupils open, filmy folds fall by,
And now I see what I could only guess,
The tumbled blossoms and a wilderness
And disarray arrest the wakened eye,
Here, here indeed must mortal beauty lie,
Earth’s loveliness, to heaven’s only less.
Asway on zephyrs, greening boughs careen,
A wet leaf falls, a fresh one blossoms forth,
Now shiver with unseen delight the green
Fresh copses of acacia, while the earth
Shines green and yellow-red, and in between,
Rose-pointed blossoms open to new birth.
Philippine Magazine, 1929
