Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343664" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Before the Altar</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Before the Altar, bowed, he stands <br>With empty hands; <br>Upon it perfumed offerings burn <br>Wreathing with smoke the sacrificial urn. <br>Not one of all these has he given, <br>No flame of his has leapt to Heaven <br>Firesouled, vermilion-hearted, <br>Forked, and darted, <br>Consuming what a few spare pence <br>Have cheaply bought, to fling from hence <br>In idly-asked petition. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">His sole condition <br>Love and poverty. <br>And while the moon <br>Swings slow across the sky, <br>Athwart a waving pine tree, <br>And soon <br>Tips all the needles there <br>With silver sparkles, bitterly <br>He gazes, while his soul <br>Grows hard with thinking of the poorness of his dole. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Shining and distant Goddess, hear my prayer <br>Where you swim in the high air! <br>With charity look down on me, <br>Under this tree, <br>Tending the gifts I have not brought, <br>The rare and goodly things <br>I have not sought. <br>Instead, take from me all my life! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Upon the wings <br>Of shimmering moonbeams <br>I pack my poet's dreams <br>For you. <br>My wearying strife, <br>My courage, my loss, <br>Into the night I toss <br>For you. <br>Golden Divinity, <br>Deign to look down on me <br>Who so unworthily <br>Offers to you: <br>All life has known, <br>Seeds withered unsown, <br>Hopes turning quick to fears, <br>Laughter which dies in tears. <br>The shredded remnant of a man <br>Is all the span <br>And compass of my offering to you. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Empty and silent, I <br>Kneel before your pure, calm majesty. <br>On this stone, in this urn <br>I pour my heart and watch it burn, <br>Myself the sacrifice; but be <br>Still unmoved: Divinity.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">From the altar, bathed in moonlight, <br>The smoke rose straight in the quiet night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Amy+Lowell">Amy Lowell</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=343664" data-title="Before the Altar de Amy Lowell" data-description="Before the Altar, bowed, he stands 
With empty hands; 
Upon it perfumed offerings burn 
Wreathing with smoke the sacrificial urn. 
Not one of all these has he given, 
No flame of his has leapt to Heaven 
Firesouled, vermilion-hearted, 
Forked, and..."></div>
</div>
</div>