<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413297" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In Exchange For His Soul!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Long time one whisper'd in his ear--<br>'Give me my strong, pure soul; behold<br>'Tis mine to give what men hold dear--<br>The treasure of red gold.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I bribe thee not with crown and throne,<br>Pale spectres they of kingly pow'r!<br>I give thee gold--red gold alone<br>Can crown a king each hour!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He frown'd, perchance he felt a throe,<br>Gold-hunger gnawing at his heart--<br>A passing pang--for, stern and low,<br>He bade the fiend depart!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Again there came the voice and said:<br>'Gold for that soul of thine were shame;<br>Thine be that thing for which have bled<br>Both Gods and men,--high Fame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And in long ages yet to sweep<br>Their gloom and glory on the day;<br>When mould'ring kings, forgot, shall sleep<br>In ashes, dust, and clay:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Thy name shall, starlike, pulse and burn<br>On heights most Godlike; and divine,<br>Immortal bays thy funereal urn<br>Shall lastingly entwine!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He sigh'd; perchance he felt the thrill,<br>The answ'ring pulse to Fame's high call;<br>But answer made his steadfast will--<br>'I will not be thy thrall!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Again there came the voice and cried:<br>'Dost thou my kingly bribes disdain?<br>Yet shalt thou barter soul and pride<br>For things ignobly vain!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Two shameless eyes--two false, sweet eyes--<br>A sinful brow of sinless white,<br>Shall hurl, thy soul from high clear skies<br>To ME, and Stygian night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Beneath the spell of gilded hair,<br>Thy palms, like sickly weeds, shall die!<br>God-strong Resolves, a sensuous air<br>Shall mock and crucify.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Go to! my thrall at last thou art!<br>Ere bud to rounded blossom change;<br>Thou wilt for wanton lips and heart<br>Most false, thy soul exchange!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isabella+Valancy+Crawford">Isabella Valancy Crawford</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=413297" data-title="In Exchange For His Soul! de Isabella Valancy Crawford" data-description="Long time one whisper'd in his ear-- 'Give me my strong, pure soul; behold 'Tis mine to give what men hold dear-- The treasure of red gold.' 'I bribe thee not with crown and throne, Pale spectres they of kingly pow'r! I give thee gold--red gold a..."></div> </div> </div>

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