by Luis G. Dato

My love, my love, the evening hills grow dark,
And the lush fields lie quiet in the night,
Up in the sky there is no sudden flight
Or song of nightingale or the blithe lark,
To view with rapture or ecstatic hark,
But frogs and crickets hissing with all might
Their songs by turns of sadness and delight,
That ever in my heart all find their mark.

For you are far, O far from me away,
Whom I so need my sorrow to redeem;
Now at the close of this so tedious day,
Your thoughts e’en farther than your presence seem,
Alone, in darkness, I see not the way
Unto your heart, the haven of my dreams.

izy shane ii

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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