When memories return to rest
On by-gone days full love blest,
Who may be met therein impressed
Save Celia  nestling in my breast?
That Celia who – I always fret
Lest she our cherished love forget –
Has willed my fate be thus beset
With misery, none deeper yet.
Can I refrain from poring o'er
The faded leaves of love's memoir,
The love she yielded me before,
The pains I spent, the griefs I bore?
Those sweet, sweet days have languished by
Love only lingers yet, and I
Must hold it bosomed, ne'er to die
Till in my couch of earth I lie.
Now that bereavement dims my days,
I would, their shadows to displace,
Redeem the past in thought, and chase
Gloom with remembrance of your face –
That which the brush with tender art
Has limned upon my sense and heart,
The one pledge left – your counterpart,
To bide with me till life depart.
My soul is wont to wander through
Those haunts your darling footsteps knew –
Low Hilom, Beata's stream , whereto
The heart directs each beat anew.
How oft reverie I behold
That mango tree nigh which we strolled,
Whose hanging fruits you fain would hold
Hath now my orphaned love consoled.
Myself I gave as sacrifice,
When ill you lay, to rending sighs,
And as these hallowed seemed to rise,
The leaking room turned paradise.
I woo the image of your face
Which cool Makati-tides  embrace,
And as its pleasant banks retrace
Through stepping stones, your wonted pace.