Upon Graciosa, Walking And Talking. (From 'Troy Town'.)

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.