by Luis G. Dato

On a sofa, you sit beside me near,
Your picture smiling from the sala wall.
At last! and if your face I see at all,
Beyond recall you rouse desire, I fear!
Not that the world I treasure less, my dear,
Or do not hear the voice of honor call —
I do, but O! their strictures drip will gall,
By contrast, your unfathomed skies appear.

Now I shall come to you and hold your hand,
And whisper to your ear what through drear days
Of longings vain wrought earth as a strange land
Where none the sorrows of the soul allays.
And now you will not fail to understand
Why, without you, dark all have been the ways.

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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