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!

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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