Rafters black with smoke, White with sand the floor is, Twenty whiskered Dons Calling to Dolores - Tawny flower of Spain, Wild-rose of Granada, Keeper of the wines In this old posada. Hither, light-of-foot, Dolores, Hebe, Circe! - Pretty Spanish girl, With not a bit of mercy! Here I'm sad and sick, Faint and thirsty very, And she does n't bring The Amontillado Sherry! Thank you. Breath of June! Now my heart beats free, ah! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 8. FLORENCE by SARA TEASDALE THE SOUL'S EXPRESSION by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING FRAGMENT THIRTY-SIX by HILDA DOOLITTLE BINSEY POPLARS (FELLED 1879) by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE MODERN MOTHER by ALICE MEYNELL ITALIA, IO TI SALUTO!' by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |