By Luis G. Dato

Up by a leaping stream,
And cradled ‘neath a hill,
The hallowed moments seem
Eternity of thrill.

Over the roof cadenas creep,
Soft grasses clothe the lawn,
Which in the twilight weep
With waiting for the dawn.

At morn the butterflies
Are eagerly on the wing,
And, when the evening dies,
I hear the late bird sing.

There life is one with dream,
The cup is empty never,
Wherein griefs, falling, seem
Lost in the depths forever.

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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