crackled the leaves, grasses, cool rocks
and brittle twigs crackled below,
as though some fire have them aflame
on this chilly trail by firefly glow.
the crackling stopped, saw i some white
springing flowers from out young buds;
plucked i the sweetest of the clan
a sampaguita of white blood.
and brittle twigs and blades of grass
were warmed once more beneath my feet
as petals of my flower-gem
began to nod a little bit.
the air smelled sweet with her wild smell
on that May eve, that fragrant night;
my lips drew near unto sudden smile
when she blushed with a candle light.
then noticed i a modest home
from whose windows and gaping walls,
streaked across the candle light
which warmed my heart and flower small.
thus thought i then, which was a happy thought:
a simple room which has a candle-pour,
where a candle burned calmly, more and more,
where candle tallows glowed upon the floor.
and then i knocked and stood before the door,
watched a long-haired shadow cross the lighted room;
flower in my hand, waited i like the moon,
till the bamboo door creaked, till a fair face bloomed.
my flower once more blushed with candle light,
and i looked at the small room with the candle-pour,
and the long haired maiden shyly smiled back,
and candle tallows glowed upon the floor.
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