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...JUNIUS BRUTUS BOOTH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ON AN INVITATION TO THE UNITED STATES by THOMAS HARDY THE SLAVE MOTHER by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER CHRISTMAS IN INDIA by RUDYARD KIPLING A LIFE-LESSON by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY |