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.
