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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 (1850–1918)

[From Berries of the Brier. 1886.]

IF you never have danced the danza,

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.

’Tis a dance with strangest pauses;

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.

The fountain splashed in the garden

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!