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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=381450" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Vain Gratuities</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=381450" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Never was there a man much uglier <br>In eyes of other women, or more grim: <br>"The Lord has filled her chalice to the brim, <br>So let us pray she's a philosopher," <br>They said; and there was more they said of her-- <br>Deeming it, after twenty years with him, <br>No wonder that she kept her figure slim <br>And always made you think of lavender.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=381450" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But she, demure as ever, and as fair, <br>Almost, as they remembered her before <br>She found him, would have laughed had she been there, <br>And all they said would have been heard no more <br>Than foam that washes on an island shore <br>Where there are none to listen or to care.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Edwin+Arlington+Robinson">Edwin Arlington Robinson</a></strong></div>