Reading of Hilaire Belloc's poem Tarantella. <br /><br />Tarantella <br /><br />Do you remember an Inn, <br />Miranda? <br />Do you remember an Inn? <br />And the tedding and the spreading <br />Of the straw for a bedding, <br />And the fleas that tease in the High Pyrenees, <br />And the wine that tasted of tar? <br />And the cheers and the jeers of the young muleteers <br />(Under the vine of the dark verandah)? <br />Do you remember an Inn, Miranda, <br />Do you remember an Inn? <br />And the cheers and the jeers of the young muleteers <br />Who hadn't got a penny, <br />And who weren't paying any, <br />And the hammer at the doors and the din? <br />And the hip! hop! hap! <br />Of the clap <br />Of the hands to the twirl and the swirl <br />Of the girl gone chancing, <br />Glancing, <br />Dancing, <br />Backing and advancing, <br />Snapping of the clapper to the spin <br />Out and in-- <br />And the ting, tong, tang of the guitar! <br />Do you remember an Inn, <br />Miranda? <br />Do you remember an Inn? <br /><br />Never more; <br />Miranda, <br />Never more. <br />Only the high peaks hoar; <br />And Aragon a torrent at the door. <br />No sound <br />In the walls of the halls where falls <br />The tread <br />Of the feet of the dead to the ground, <br />No sound: <br />But the boom <br />Of the far waterfall like doom. <br /><br />Hilaire Belloc
