SPANISH is the lovin' tongue, Soft as music, light as spray; 'T was a girl I learnt it from Livin' down Sonora way. I don't look much like a lover, Yet I say her love-words over Often when I'm all alone — "Mi amor, mi corazon." Nights when she knew where I'd ride She would listen for my spurs, Throw the big door open wide, Raise them laughin' eyes of hers, And my heart would nigh stop beatin' When I'd hear her tender greetin' Whispered soft for me alone — "Mi amor, mi corazon!" Moonlight in the patio, Old Senora noddin' near, Me and Juana talkin' low So the "madre" couldn't hear — How those hours would go a-flyin', And too soon I hear her sighin', In her little sorry-tone — "Adios, mi corazon." But one time I had to fly For a foolish gamblin' fight, And she said a swift good-bye On that black, unlucky night. When I'd loosed her arms from clingin', With her words the hoofs kept ringin', As I galloped north alone — "Adios, mi corazon." Never seen her since that night; I cain't cross the Line, you know. She was Mex and I was white; Like as not it's better so. Yet I've always sort of missed her Since that last wild night I kissed her, Left her heart and lost my own — "Adios, mi corazon." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THAT NATURE IS A HERACLITEAN FIRE & OF THE COMFORT OF THE RESURRECTION by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS HASSAN'S MUSIC by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH LILIES: 14. THE AWAKING by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE WHITE ROAD UP ATHIRT THE HILL by WILLIAM BARNES WRITTEN IN ZIMMERMAN'S SOLITUDE by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS |