Mayon Volcano, Albay.
Tranquility reigns on her face,
rage in her breast,
If beauty exudes best
from a spring of force,
I do not wonder at the shyness
of a crest,
And the power of a single rose.
Wouldn’t a temper make up
for its want?
That white is whiter
beside an ugly stain?
Beauty, oh beauty, I am thy
willing servant,
With mine eyes, thoughts,
fears, sans sane. ~
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