By Luis G. Dato

It is the Angelus-hour of prayer and rest,
A wind is sighing through the forest dim,
The day is dying in the bowering west,
When ‘neath the vines I give my heart to him.

I breathe of roses, and the air is sweet,
A flower yielding to the bee were less
Joyous to me, as kneeling by my feet,
Hand on his lips, he asked of love’s caress.

A moon has shouldered up the mountain rim,
Bright stars are winking from white clouds high up,
I hold the flower of my heart to him,
And, drop by drop, love leaves an empty cup.

A breath of incense scents the garden round,
There is a music in the rumurous sky,
With tired, ecstatic eyes and hair unbound,
Under the stars and vines we kiss, we sigh.

Luis Dato
Luis Dato

Luis G. Dato (July 4, 1906 - January 29, 1985) was a poet, writer and educator from Sta. Cruz, Baao, Camarines Sur. He published books in English including Manila A Collection of verse (1926), My Book of Verses (1936) and the Land of Mai in 1975. He also wrote several books and text in Bikol such as, Vocabulario Bikol-Ingles-Kastila (1963), Cantahon na Bikol (1969), Morfologia kan Tataramon na Bikol (serialized in Naga Times), Patotodon sa Bikol (Bikol Mail) and Sarabihon sa Bikol.

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