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=409482" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hiawatha's Sailing</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Give me of your bark, O Birch-tree! <br>Of your yellow bark, O Birch-tree! <br>Growing by the rushing river, <br>Tall and stately in the valley! <br>I a light canoe will build me, <br>Build a swift Cheemaun for sailing, <br>That shall float on the river, <br>Like a yellow leaf in Autumn, <br>Like a yellow water-lily!<br> &quot;Lay aside your cloak, O Birch-tree! <br>Lay aside your white-skin wrapper, <br>For the Summer-time is coming, <br>And the sun is warm in heaven, <br>And you need no white-skin wrapper!&quot;<br> Thus aloud cried Hiawatha <br>In the solitary forest, <br>By the rushing Taquamenaw, <br>When the birds were singing gayly, <br>In the Moon of Leaves were singing, <br>And the sun, from sleep awaking, <br>Started up and said, &quot;Behold me! <br>Gheezis, the great Sun, behold me!&quot;<br> And the tree with all its branches <br>Rustled in the breeze of morning, <br>Saying, with a sigh of patience, <br>&quot;Take my cloak, O Hiawatha!&quot;<br> With his knife the tree he girdled; <br>Just beneath its lowest branches, <br>Just above the roots, he cut it, <br>Till the sap came oozing outward;<br>Down the trunk, from top to bottom, <br>Sheer he cleft the bark asunder, <br>With a wooden wedge he raised it, <br>Stripped it from the trunk unbroken.<br> &quot;Give me of your boughs, O Cedar! <br>Of your strong and pliant branches, <br>My canoe to make more steady, <br>Make more strong and firm beneath me!&quot;<br> Through the summit of the Cedar <br>Went a sound, a cry of horror, <br>Went a murmur of resistance; <br>But it whispered, bending downward, <br>'Take my boughs, O Hiawatha!&quot;<br> Down he hewed the boughs of cedar, <br>Shaped them straightway to a frame-work, <br>Like two bows he formed and shaped them, <br>Like two bended bows together.<br> &quot;Give me of your roots, O Tamarack! <br>Of your fibrous roots, O Larch-tree! <br>My canoe to bind together, <br>So to bind the ends together <br>That the water may not enter, <br>That the river may not wet me!&quot;<br> And the Larch, with all its fibres, <br>Shivered in the air of morning, <br>Touched his forehead with its tassels, <br>Slid, with one long sigh of sorrow. <br>&quot;Take them all, O Hiawatha!&quot;<br> From the earth he tore the fibres, <br>Tore the tough roots of the Larch-tree, <br>Closely sewed the hark together, <br>Bound it closely to the frame-work.<br> &quot;Give me of your balm, O Fir-tree! <br>Of your balsam and your resin, <br>So to close the seams together <br>That the water may not enter, <br>That the river may not wet me!&quot;<br> And the Fir-tree, tall and sombre, <br>Sobbed through all its robes of darkness, <br>Rattled like a shore with pebbles, <br>Answered wailing, answered weeping, <br>&quot;Take my balm, O Hiawatha!&quot;<br> And he took the tears of balsam, <br>Took the resin of the Fir-tree, <br>Smeared therewith each seam and fissure, <br>Made each crevice safe from water.<br> &quot;Give me of your quills, O Hedgehog! <br>All your quills, O Kagh, the Hedgehog! <br>I will make a necklace of them, <br>Make a girdle for my beauty, <br>And two stars to deck her bosom!&quot;<br> From a hollow tree the Hedgehog <br>With his sleepy eyes looked at him, <br>Shot his shining quills, like arrows, <br>Saying with a drowsy murmur, <br>Through the tangle of his whiskers, <br>&quot;Take my quills, O Hiawatha!&quot;<br> From the ground the quills he gathered, <br>All the little shining arrows, <br>Stained them red and blue and yellow, <br>With the juice of roots and berries; <br>Into his canoe he wrought them, <br>Round its waist a shining girdle, <br>Round its bows a gleaming necklace, <br>On its breast two stars resplendent.<br> Thus the Birch Canoe was builded <br>In the valley, by the river,<br>In the bosom of the forest; <br>And the forest's life was in it, <br>All its mystery and its magic, <br>All the lightness of the birch-tree, <br>All the toughness of the cedar, <br>All the larch's supple sinews; <br>And it floated on the river <br>Like a yellow leaf in Autumn, <br>Like a yellow water-lily.<br> Paddles none had Hiawatha, <br>Paddles none he had or needed, <br>For his thoughts as paddles served him, <br>And his wishes served to guide him;<br>Swift or slow at will he glided, <br>Veered to right or left at pleasure.<br> Then he called aloud to Kwasind, <br>To his friend, the strong man, Kwasind, <br>Saying, &quot;Help me clear this river <br>Of its sunken logs and sand-bars.&quot;<br> Straight into the river Kwasind <br>Plunged as if he were an otter, <br>Dived as if he were a beaver, <br>Stood up to his waist in water, <br>To his arm-pits in the river, <br>Swam and scouted in the river, <br>Tugged at sunken logs and branches, <br>With his hands he scooped the sand-bars, <br>With his feet the ooze and tangle.<br> And thus sailed my Hiawatha <br>Down the rushing Taquamenaw, <br>Sailed through all its bends and windings, <br>Sailed through all its deeps and shallows, <br>While his friend, the strong man, Kwasind, <br>Swam the deeps, the shallows waded.<br> Up and down the river went they, <br>In and out among its islands, <br>Cleared its bed of root and sand-bar, <br>Dragged the dead trees from its channel, <br>Made its passage safe and certain, <br>Made a pathway for the people, <br>From its springs among the mountains, <br>To the waters of Pauwating, <br>To the bay of Taquamenaw.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</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=409482" data-title="Hiawatha's Sailing de Henry Wadsworth Longfellow" data-description="&quot;Give me of your bark, O Birch-tree! 
Of your yellow bark, O Birch-tree! 
Growing by the rushing river, 
Tall and stately in the valley! 
I a light canoe will build me, 
Build a swift Cheemaun for sailing, 
That shall float on the river, 
Lik..."></div>
</div>
</div>