by Luis G. Dato

Though my bride sleeps, the stars still brightly shine,
And far-off seems the dawning of the day,
Lost in the splendour of the hours divine,
forgot Time, Death seeming far away.

Still as the hour of Creation day,
Above the dark cluster of trees, the moon,
Golden and quiet, in the east holds sway,
O’er earth and the still sky’s convulsed lagoon.

Love, leave your slumber, the world is our room,
Life is the dream when the low stars are bright,
Flowers are open, a bird sings in the gloom,
Dreaming, not living, I stray in the night.

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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