By Luis G. Dato

Have you met her in the flesh, youth,
And did you keep yet your heart?
Fairer than the fairest flowers,
At her sight must Care depart.

For the sprite of spring had sent her,
Hands divine her beauty wrought,
Ne’er were youth’s fair fancy fairer,
Ne’er so crowned a poet’s thought!

Limbs of marble, perfumed tresses,
Were a painter’s wild despair,
And her merest glance, her golden
Voice did vanish worldly care.

Have you known her, did you linger,
For the mystery whence she came,
For the rose that brushed her foot-fall,
For the whisper of her name?

Down the valley, did you meet her,
Youth, and still your heart retain?
Many dawns shall pass to sundown,
Ere your paths should cross again.

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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