When as abroad, to greet the morn, <br />I mark my Graciosa walk, <br />In homage bends the whisp'ring corn, <br />Yet to confess <br />Its awkwardness <br />Must hang its head upon the stalk. <br />And when she talks, her lips do heal <br />The wounds her lightest glances give:— <br />In pity then be harsh, and deal <br />Such wounds that I <br />May hourly die, <br />And, by a word restored, live.<br /><br />Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/upon-graciosa-walking-and-talking/
