I just found this poem after nearly forever,Our poetry teacher from High school, made us go over it so many times, that it very nearly lost its magic, but now, after all these years, finding it and reading it again, I am once again - captured.TarantellaDo you remember an Inn,Miranda?Do you remember an Inn?And the tedding and the spreadingOf 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 verandah)?Do you remember an Inn, Miranda,Do you remember an Inn?And the cheers and the jeers of the young muleteeersWho 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 clapOf the hands to the twirl and the swirlOf the girl gone chancing,Glancing,