Do you know what it is to dance? Perhaps, you do know, in a fashion; But by dancing I mean, Not what's generally seen, But dancing of fire and passion, Of fire and delirious passion. With a dusky-haired @3señorita@1, Her dark, misty eyes near your own, And her scarlet-red mouth, Like a rose of the south, The reddest that ever was grown, So close that you catch Her quick-panting breath As across your own face it is blown, With a sigh, and a moan. Ah! that is dancing, As here by the Carib it's known. Now, whirling and twirling Like furies we go; Now, soft and caressing And sinuously slow; With an undulating motion, Like waves on a breeze-kissed ocean:— And the scarlet-red mouth Is nearer your own, And the dark, misty eyes Still softer have grown. Ah! that is dancing, that is loving, As here by the Carib they're known. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FLUSH OR FAUNUS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE SNUG LITTLE ISLAND by THOMAS FROGNALL DIBDIN DREAM SONG: 2 by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR CANTO 27; WA-BE-NO-KA by LEVI BISHOP CLEVEDON VERSES: 8. THE BRISTOL CHANNEL by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN GLYCINE'S SONG, FR. ZAPOLYA by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |