LXXIX

by Luis G. Dato

Awake, my sweet, the silver moonlight laves
Your window shut, like you, in placid dreams,
Through clouds of gray the new moon’s radiant beams
Shed eerie light on church, rice fields and graves,
And houses all, the belfries and the caves,
And only you, sweet sluggard mine, it seems
Still hug your pillow though bright Heaven gleams,
And the fair moon the street with silver paves.

In the gray dawn, my fortunes I be-weep,
Because I cannot make you understand,
If only I could rouse your heart’s deep sleep,
Uplift you from your bed and take your hand,
To cheer my dawn, awake you from dreams deep,
And lead you out into the morning land.

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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