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=395771" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song of The Western Countries</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh the nighttime beating of the soul’s wings:<br>Herders of sheep once, we walked along the forests<br>that were growing dark,<br>And the red deer, the green &#64258;ower and the speaking <br>river followed us<br>In humility. Oh the old old note of the cricket,<br>Blood blooming on the altarstone,<br>And the cry of the lonely bird over the green silence <br>of the pool.<br>And you Crusades, and glowing punishment<br>Of the &#64258;esh, purple fruits that fell to earth<br>In the garden at dusk, where young and holy men <br>walked,<br>Enlisted men of war now, waking up out of wounds <br>and dreams about stars.<br>Oh the soft corn&#64258;owers of the night.<br>And you long ages of tranquillity and golden <br>harvests,<br>When as peaceful monks we pressed out the purple<br>grapes;<br>And around us the hill and forest shone strangely.<br>The hunts for wild beasts, the castles, and at night, <br>the rest,<br>When man in his room sat thinking justice,<br>And in noiseless prayer fought for the living head <br>of God.<br>And this bitter hour of defeat,<br>When we behold a stony face in the black waters.<br>But radiating light, the lovers lift their silver eyelids:<br>They are one body. Incense streams from rosecolored pillows<br>And the sweet song of those risen from the dead</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Georg+Trakl">Georg Trakl</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=395771" data-title="Song of The Western Countries de Georg Trakl" data-description="Oh the nighttime beating of the soul’s wings:
Herders of sheep once, we walked along the forests
that were growing dark,
And the red deer, the green &#64258;ower and the speaking 
river followed us
In humility. Oh the old old note of the cricket..."></div>
</div>
</div>