By Luis G. Dato

The stir of business relapses to silence
With the slowly sinking sun.
The revels of pleasure commence for the weary,
But children peering in the deepening dusk

From playmates and playthings the livelong day,
Children in tiny, toy-houses know not
What night always brings to older, wiser men.
At the hills where the tremulous shafts of light are flung

On a sea and a sky of gold,
Children throw a look, careless,
Transient as the beauty they see not,
As the sight they cannot enjoy, nor in losing regret,

Like men sophisticated.
Children at twilight cease from their labor and frolic,
Impatient of morning.
From prodigal play, ungetting,

They sleep ungiven to the pleasure and fancy
Of older, wiser men.

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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