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...VILLA PAULINE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD A SUMMER'S GARDEN by ROBERT FROST INEVITABLY (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MONODY ON THE DEATH OF WILLIAM MARION REEDY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE WHITE LIGHTS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |