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.
