<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374165" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Gift Of The Gods</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'GIVE me thy dreams,' she said, and I <br>With empty hands and very poor, <br>Watched my fair flowery visions die <br>Upon the temple's marble floor. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Give joy,' she said. I let joy go; <br>I saw with cold, unclouded eyes <br>The crimson of the sunset glow <br>Across the disenchanted skies. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Give me thy youth,' she said. I gave, <br>And, sudden-clouded, died the sun, <br>And on the green mound of a grave <br>Fell the slow raindrops, one by one. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Give love,' she cried. I gave that too. <br>'Give beauty.' Beauty sighed and fled; <br>For what on earth should beauty do, <br>When love, who was her life, was dead? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>She took the balm of innocent tears <br>To hiss upon her altar-coal; <br>She took the hopes of all my years, <br>And, at the last, she took my soul. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>With heart made empty of delight, <br>And hands that held no more fair things <br>I questioned her--'What shall requite <br>The savour of my offerings?' </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'The Gods,' she said, 'with generous hand <br>Give guerdon for thy gifts of cost-- <br>Wisdom is thine--to understand <br>The worth of all that thou hast lost!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edith+Nesbit">Edith Nesbit</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=374165" data-title="The Gift Of The Gods de Edith Nesbit" data-description="'GIVE me thy dreams,' she said, and I With empty hands and very poor, Watched my fair flowery visions die Upon the temple's marble floor. 'Give joy,' she said. I let joy go; I saw with cold, unclouded eyes The crimson of the sunset glow A..."></div> </div> </div>

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