<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384404" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Gracia</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nay, nay, Antonio! nay, thou shalt not blame her,<br>My Gracia, who hath so deserted me.<br>Thou art my friend, but if thou dost defame her<br>I shall not hesitate to challenge thee.<br>'Curse and forget her?' So I might another,<br>One not so bounteous-natured or so fair;<br>But she, Antonio, she was like no other—<br>I curse her not, because she was so rare.<br>She was made out of laughter and sweet kisses;<br>Not blood, but sunshine, through her blue veins ran<br>Her soul spilled over with its wealth of blisses;<br>She was too great for loving but a man.<br>None but a god could keep so rare a creature:<br>I blame her not for her inconstancy;<br>When I recall each radiant smile and feature,<br>I wonder she so long was true to me.<br>Call her not false or fickle. I, who love her,<br>Do hold her not unlike the royal sun,<br>That, all unmated, roams the wide world over<br>And lights all worlds, but lingers not with one.<br>If she were less a goddess, more a woman,<br>And so had dallied for a time with me,<br>And then had left me, I, who am but human,<br>Would slay her and her newer love, maybe.<br>But since she seeks Apollo, or another<br>Of those lost gods (and seeks him all in vain)<br>And has loved me as well as any other<br>Of her men loves, why, I do not complain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384404" data-title="Gracia de Ella Wheeler Wilcox" data-description="Nay, nay, Antonio! nay, thou shalt not blame her, My Gracia, who hath so deserted me. Thou art my friend, but if thou dost defame her I shall not hesitate to challenge thee. 'Curse and forget her?' So I might another, One not so bounteous-natured ..."></div> </div> </div>

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