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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374196" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Offering</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374196" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">What will you give me for this heart of mine,<br>No heart of gold, and yet my dearest treasure?<br>It has its graces, it can ache and pine,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374196" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And beat true time to your sweet voice's measure;<br>It bears your name, it lives but for your pleasure:<br>What will you give me for this heart I bring,<br>That holds my life, my joy, my everything?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374196" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">How can I ask a price, when all my prayer<br>Is that, without return, you will but take it,<br>Feed it with hope, or starve it to despair,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374196" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Keep it to play with, mock it, crush it, break it,<br>And, if your will lies there, at last forsake it?<br>Its epitaph shall voice its deathless pride:<br>'She held me in her hands until I died.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Edith+Nesbit">Edith Nesbit</a></strong></div>

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