The Alchemist's Petition
Thou wilt not sentence to eternal life My soul that prays that it may sleep and sleep Like a white statue dropped into the deep, Covered with sand, covered with chests of gold, And slave-bones, tossed from many a pirate hold. But for this prayer thou wilt not bind in Hell My soul, that shook with love for Fame and Truth - In such unquenched desires consumed his youth - Let me turn dust, like dead leaves in the Fall, Or wood that lights an hour your knightly hall - Amen.
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"Thou wilt not sentence to eternal life..."
This evocative piece by Vachel Lindsay, titled "The Alchemist's Petition", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...