When as abroad, to greet the morn,
I mark my Graciosa walk,
In homage bends the whisp'ring corn,
Yet to confess
Its awkwardness
Must hang its head upon the stalk.
And when she talks, her lips do heal
The wounds her lightest glances give:-
In pity then be harsh, and deal
Such wounds that I
May hourly die,
And, by a word restored, live.
Upon Graciosa, Walking And Talking
Sir Arthur Quiller-couch
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