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.