If you never have danced the Danza With its wondrous rhythmic twirl, While close to your boom panted Some dark-eyed creole girl, Of dancing, you know naught. By Inez I was taught. 'Tis a dance with the stranges pauses, It moves as the breezes blow, And her lips were like pomegranate blossoms And her teeth were white as snow. Of beauty I knew naught; By Inez I was taught. In the garden splashed the fountain, Where the palm-trees hid the moon... Who well had the Danza trodden A kiss might crave as boon; Of loving I knew naught; By Inez I was taught.
- by Arlo Bates (1850 - 1918) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by George Whitefield Chadwick (1854 - 1931), "The Danza", op. 14 (Six songs) no. 1 (1885), published 1885? [soprano or tenor and piano] [text verified 1 time]
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