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=348682" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Broken Tryst</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">That day a fire was in my blood; <br>I could have sung: joy wrapt me round; <br>The men I met seemed all so good, <br>I scarcely knew I trod the ground. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How easy seemed all toil! I laughed <br>To think that once I hated it. <br>The sunlight thrilled like wine, I quaffed <br>Delight, divine and infinite. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The very day was not too long; <br>I felt so patient; I could wait, <br>Being certain. So, the hours in song <br>Chimed out the minutes of my fate. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For she was coming, she, at last, <br>I knew: I knew that bolts and bars <br>Could stay her not; my heart throbbed fast, <br>I was not more certain of the stars. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The twilight came, grew deeper; now <br>The hour struck, minutes passed, and still <br>The passionate fervour of her vow <br>Ran in my heart's ear audible. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I had no doubt at all: I knew <br>That she would come, and I was then <br>Most certain, while the minutes flew: <br>Ah, how I scorned all other men! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Next moment! Ah! it was--was not! <br>I heard the stillness of the street. <br>Night came. The stars had not forgot. <br>The moonlight fell about my feet. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So I rebuked my heart, and said: <br>&quot;Be still, for she is coming, see, <br>Next moment--coming. Ah, her tread, <br>I hear her coming--it is she!&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then a woman passed. The hour <br>Rang heavily along the air. <br>I had no hope, I had no power <br>To think--for thought was but despair. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A thing had happened. What? My brain <br>Dared not so much as guess the thing. <br>And yet the sun would rise again <br>Next morning! I stood marvelling.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Arthur+Symons">Arthur Symons</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=348682" data-title="The Broken Tryst de Arthur Symons" data-description="That day a fire was in my blood; 
I could have sung: joy wrapt me round; 
The men I met seemed all so good, 
I scarcely knew I trod the ground. 

How easy seemed all toil! I laughed 
To think that once I hated it. 
The sunlight thrilled like wine,..."></div>
</div>
</div>