By Luis G. Dato
At sunrise when the silent east seemed clouded,
And sunless, and the dawn appeared as dead,
I turned my eyes to western skies beholding
Above green hills, in tints of white and red,
Orange, and pale, a fairy sky of gold,
As though to pace to bury my romance,
With leaden heart and tears I could not stay,
I saw again my past appear by chance.
As though my heart in grief at love’s false dawn,
Because it seemed it found so soon death’s gloom,
Had turned in sorrow, and with night encountered
Love’s other face that smiled beyond the tomb.
So, O my heart, when love it seems is lost,
And dawning brings so soon a breath of death,
Turn your face high to meet whate’er God gives,
And find elsewhere or near your deathless faith.
