Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
Just as He spoke it from his Hands
848
Just as He spoke it from his Hands
This Edifice remain—
A Turret more, a Turret less
Dishonor his Design—
According as his skill prefer
It perish, or endure—
Content, soe'er, it ornament
His absent character.
poem
by
Emily Dickinson
solid border
dashed border
dotted border
double border
groove border
ridge border
inset border
outset border
no border
blue
green
red
purple
cyan
gold
silver
black