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...A PECK OF GOLD by ROBERT FROST INDEPENDENCE DAY, 1956, A FAIRY TALE by JAMES GALVIN ON THE PROPOSAL TO ERECT A MONUMENT IN ENGLAND TO LORD BYRON by EMMA LAZARUS STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 5. MARYLAND by CLARENCE MAJOR SURFACES AND MASKS; 6 by CLARENCE MAJOR BALLADE OF DEAD FRIENDS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |