Tarantella

Do you remember an Inn, Miranda?

Do you remember an Inn?

And the tedding and the spreading of the straw

        for a bedding,

And the fleas that tease in the High Pyrenees,

And the wine that tasted of tar,

And the cheers and the jeers of the young

        muleteers

Under the vine of the dark veranda?

Do you remember an Inn, Miranda?

Do you remember an Inn?

And the cheers and the jeers of the young

        muleteers

Who hadn't got a penny,

And who weren't paying any,

And the hammer at the doors and the din;

And the Hip! Hop! Hap!

Of the clap

Of the hands to the twirl and the swirl

Of the girl gone chancing,

Glancing,

Dancing,

Backing and advancing,

Snapping of the clapper to the spin,

Out and in

And the Ting! Tong! Tang! of the guitar?

Do you remember an Inn, Miranda?

Do you remember an Inn?

    Never more;

    Miranda,

    Never more.

    Only the high peaks hoar:

    And Aragon a torrent at the door.

    No sound

    In the walls of the Halls where falls

    The tread

    Of the feet of the dead to the ground

    No sound:

    But the boom

    Of the far Waterfall like Doom.