Roses and lace fall

Over your shoulder and over your arm.

Flame leaps from the flower

In your smooth hair,

From your black eyes, harm

To the hot heart.

Red crystals fall beneath your ears

And lie warm against your throat.

Behind you there should float

A rich cloud of blossom-petals

Falling when you move, as scarlet-sweet

As the slow fluttering of your fan

About your cheeks.

The passionate violins ran

Trembling down the scale

To see you dance, to see your feet

Follow the castanets,

To see your white arms life and fall.

Roses and lace, roses and lace.....

Girl with a Spanish shawl.