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=368540" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Living: After A Death</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O LIVE! <br>(Thus seems it we should say to our beloved,-- <br>Each held by such slight links, so oft removed <br>And I can let thee go to the world's end, <br>All precious names, companion, love, spouse, friend, <br>Seal up in an eternal silence gray, <br>Like a closed grave till resurrection-day: <br>All sweet remembrances, hopes, dreams, desires, <br>Heap, as one heaps up sarificial fires: <br>Then, turning, consecrate by loss, and proud <br>Of penury--go back into the loud <br>Tumultuous world again with never a moan-- <br>Save that which whispers still, 'My own, my own,' <br>Unto the same broad sky whose arch immense <br>Enfolds us both like the arm of Providence: <br>And thus, contended, I could live or die, <br>With never clasp of hand or meeting eye <br>On this side Paradise.--While thee I see <br>Living to God, thou art alive to me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O live! <br>And I, methinks, can let all dear rights go, <br>Fond duties melt away like April snow, <br>And sweet, sweet hopes, that took a life to weave, <br>Vanish like gossamers of autumn eve. <br>Nay, sometimes seems it I could even bear <br>To lay down humbly this love-crown I wear, <br>Steal from my palace, helpless, hopeless, poor, <br>And see another queen it at the door,-- <br>If only that the king had done no wrong, <br>If this my palace, where I dwelt so long, <br>Were not defiled by falsehood entering in:-- <br>There is no loss but change, no death but sin, <br>No parting, save the slow corrupting pain <br>Of murdered faith that never lives again. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O live! <br>(So endeth faint the low pathetic cry <br>Of love, whom death has taught love cannot die,) <br>And I can stand above the daisy bed, <br>The only pillow for thy dearest head, <br>There cover up forever from my sight <br>My own, my earthly all of earth delight; <br>And enter the sea-cave of widowed years, <br>Where far, far off the trembling gleam appears <br>Through which thy heavenly image slipped away, <br>And waits to meet me at the open day. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Only to me, my love, only to me. <br>This cavern underneath the moaning sea; <br>This long, long life that I alone must tread, <br>To whom the living seem most like the dead,-- <br>Thou wilt be safe out on the happy shore: <br>He who in God lives, liveth evermore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dinah+Maria+Mulock+Craik">Dinah Maria Mulock Craik</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=368540" data-title="Living: After A Death de Dinah Maria Mulock Craik" data-description="O LIVE! 
(Thus seems it we should say to our beloved,-- 
Each held by such slight links, so oft removed 
And I can let thee go to the world's end, 
All precious names, companion, love, spouse, friend, 
Seal up in an eternal silence gray, 
Like a c..."></div>
</div>
</div>