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=348693" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Rapture</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I drank your flesh, and when the soul brimmed up<br>In that sufficing cup,<br>Then, slowly, steadfastly, I drank your soul;<br>Thus I possessed you whole;<br>And then I saw you, white, and vague, and warm,<br>And happy, as that storm<br>Enveloped you in its delirious peace,<br>And fearing but release,<br>Perfectly glad to be so lost and found,<br>And without wonder drowned<br>In little shuddering quick waves of bliss;<br>Then I, beholding this<br>More wonderingly than a little lake<br>That the white moon should make<br>Her nest among its waters, being free<br>Of the whole land and sea,<br>Remembered, in that utmost pause, that heaven<br>Is to each angel given<br>As wholly as to Michael or the Lord,<br>And of the saints' reward<br>There is no first or last, supreme delight<br>Being one and infinite.<br>Then I was quieted, and had no fear<br>That such a thing, so dear<br>And so incredible, being thus divine,<br>Should be, and should be mine,<br>And should not suddenly vanish away.<br>Now, as the lonely day<br>Forgets the night, and calls the world from dreams,<br>This, too, with daylight, seems<br>A thing that might be dreaming; for my soul<br>Seems to possess you whole,<br>And every nerve remembers: can it be<br>This young delight is old as memory?</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=348693" data-title="The Rapture de Arthur Symons" data-description="I drank your flesh, and when the soul brimmed up
In that sufficing cup,
Then, slowly, steadfastly, I drank your soul;
Thus I possessed you whole;
And then I saw you, white, and vague, and warm,
And happy, as that storm
Enveloped you in its delirio..."></div>
</div>
</div>