Stedman and Hutchinson, comps. A Library of American Literature:
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes. 1891.
Vols. IX–XI: Literature of the Republic, Part IV., 1861–1889
The Danza
By Arlo Bates (18501918)[From Berries of the Brier. 1886.]
I
With its wondrous rhythmic swirl,
While close to your bosom panted
Some dark-eyed Creole girl,
Of dancing you know naught!
By Inez I was taught.
It moves as the breezes blow:
Her lips were like pomegranate blossoms,
While her teeth were white as snow.
Of beauty I knew naught;
By Inez I was taught.
Where the palm-trees hid the moon;
Who well had danced the danza,
A kiss might crave as boon.
Of loving I knew naught;
By Inez I was taught!