by Luis G. Dato
And life shall pass, and leaf by leaf, its tree
That, mighty, from its seed earth has seen grow,
Sturdy of trunk and stately, spreading bough,
With blossoms in due season fruits to be,
Will grace the scene for all the world to see,
Yet, one by one, its leaves all shall fall low,
And at the last, like all else, it will go,
For none turns stone to live perpetually.
Then, come, beloved, in this our life’s sweet prime,
And be with me ere yet our leaves shall fall,
Make we our May of this cur transient time
Before the sweets of earth have turned to gall,
Mold of our moments brief a dawn sublime,
O yield to me who at your portals call!
