By Luis G. Dato
Beside the Gulf of Lagonoy
Among the hillocks hidden
A hamlet greets the rising sun
So like a rose from Eden.
And heaven is that charmed strand
Where woods and waves come blending,
Where bide a people in delight
That never knows an ending.
There is a hut upon that strand
Which sunbeams kiss each morning
And in the hut a maiden fair
That hidden realm adorning:
She seems an answer to men’s prayer
From heaven undenying
For she brings balm to wounded hearts
Reviving spirits dying.
On afternoons when down the hills
The weary sun falls fainting
Ere twilight shadows lave the sea
To etch an aureate painting
Then she would wander down the shore
With airy, fairy motion,
And gather with and sobbing shells
Forgotten by the ocean.
Beside the Gulf of Lagonoy
Against the sunlight gleaming
A hamlet greets the passing dawn
A rose of earth beseeming
But down the shore I wander lone
Where woods and waves come blending
And cry aloud against my pain
That never knows an ending.
