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=391935" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Thoughts at the Trysting Stile</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come, May, and hang a white flag on each thorn,<br>Make truce with earth and heaven; the April child<br>Now hides her sulky face deep in the morn<br>Of your new flowers by the water wild<br>And in the ripples of the rising grass, <br>And rushes bent to let the south wind pass<br>On with her tumult of swift nomad wings,<br>And broken domes of downy dandelion.<br>Only in spasms now the blackbird sings.<br>The hour is all a-dream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nets of woodbine<br>Throw woven shadows over dreaming flowers,<br>And dreaming, a bee-luring lily bends<br>Its tender bell where blue dyke-water cowers<br>Thro' briars and folded ferns, and gripping ends<br>Of wild convolvulus.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lark's sky-way<br>Is desolate.<br>I watch an apple-spray<br>Beckon across a wall as if it knew<br>I wait the calling of the orchard maid.<br>Inly I fell she will come in blue,<br>With yellow on her hair, and two curls strayed<br>Out of her comb's loose stocks, and I shall steal<br>Behind and lay my hands upon her eyes,<br>'Look not, but be my Psyche! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And her peal<br>Of laughter will ring far, and as she tries<br>For freedom I will call her names of flowers<br>That climb up walls; then thro' the twilight hours<br>We'll talk about the loves of ancient queens,<br>And kisses like wasp-honey, false and sweet,<br>And how we are entangled in love's snares<br>Like wind-looped flowers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Francis+Ledwidge">Francis Ledwidge</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=391935" data-title="Thoughts at the Trysting Stile de Francis Ledwidge" data-description="Come, May, and hang a white flag on each thorn,
Make truce with earth and heaven; the April child
Now hides her sulky face deep in the morn
Of your new flowers by the water wild
And in the ripples of the rising grass, 
And rushes bent to let the s..."></div>
</div>
</div>