1 Northward our gallant vessel steams Across the dark-blue ocean; Its mighty waters lie in dreams -- We scarcely feel a motion. Our bandsmen gay, at set of sun, On deck appear; and then -- ah -- That waltz of all the sweetest one -- The "Bosque de Viena." Dear strain! Oft have I danced to thee With dark-eyed senorita, But now thou ever bring'st to me The memory of Anita! 2 Where stretches Andes giant chain Beside the blue Pacific She dwelt; would I could live again Those hours so beatific, That night we danced till rose the sun 'Midst crimson and sienna, That waltz of all the sweetest one -- The "Bosque de Viena," When, as we heard the music start, She said, "We soon must sever; 'Tis our last dance before we part; Our last -- perhaps forever!" 3 Dear girl, across the ocean's brine Once more I roam, but never Shall I forget those words of thine -- "Our last -- perhaps forever?" That morn when rose the Andes sun 'Midst crimson and sienna, That waltz of all the sweetest one -- The "Bosque de Viena." Ah no, though many years or few Shall part us, Senorita, Those dulcet strains are sacred to Thy memory, Anita! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: LAMBERT HUTCHINS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MEDITATION ON A JUNE EVENING by CONRAD AIKEN THE MARMOZET by HILAIRE BELLOC LOVE IN TWILIGHT by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET PARAGRAPHS: 9 by HAYDEN CARRUTH MARIA CALLAS, THE WOMAN BEHIND THE LEGEND* by MADELINE DEFREES YOU KNOW WHAT PEOPLE SAY by JAMES GALVIN |