Thou wilt not sentence to eternal life <br />My soul that prays that it may sleep and sleep <br />Like a white statue dropped into the deep, <br />Covered with sand, covered with chests of gold, <br />And slave-bones, tossed from many a pirate hold. <br /> <br />But for this prayer thou wilt not bind in Hell <br />My soul, that shook with love for Fame and Truth— <br />In Such unquenched desires consumed his youth— <br />Let me turn dust, like dead leaves in the Fall, <br />Or wood that lights an hour your knightly hall— <br /> <br />Amen.<br /><br />Vachel Lindsay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-alchemist-s-petition/
