Oh, the joys of our evening posada, Where, resting at close of day, We, young Muleteers of Grenada, Sit and sing the sunshine away; So merry, that even the slumbers That round us hung seem gone; Till the lute's soft drowsy numbers Again beguile them on. Oh the joys, etc. Then as each to his loved sultana In sleep still breathes the sigh, The name of some black- eyed Tirana Escapes our lips as we lie. Till, with morning's rosy twinkle, Again we ' re up and gone While the mule- bell's drowsy tinkle Beguiles the rough way on. Oh the joys of our merry posada, Where, resting at close of day, We, young Muleteers of Grenada, Thus sing the gay moments away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 60. FAREWELL TO JULIET (9) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT HE HAD HIS DREAM by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR WHEN DEY 'LISTED COLORED SOLDIERS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR HE WROTE THE HISTORY BOOK,' IT SAID by MARIANNE MOORE LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY FOR THE YOUNGEST by CHARLES WESLEY THE MISTRESS; A SONG by JOHN WILMOT |