by Luis G. Dato
But how will I deprived of you, e’er see
Fulfilled the promise of your Paradise?
When will the wonder of your dark, bright eyes
With tenderness and splendour look on me?
When will the rapture and the mystery
Of you unclose, what flowers, what smiling skies
Unfold, the long-missed answer to our sighs
For dawns in long-awaited days to be?
Let it be now when anguish and desire
Long foiled, have yet not turned against the heart,
When vibrant with its chords, the poet’s lyre
Soars to their harmonies the skies of art,
For love’s a mighty but a brief empire,
And late and soon from it we all depart.