So is the smith sitting by the anvil, And considering the unwrought iron: The vapour of the fire will waste his flesh; And in the heat of the furnace will he wrestle with his work: The noise of the hammer will be ever in his ear, And his eyes are upon the pattern of the vessel; He will set his heart upon perfecting his works, And he will be wakeful to adorn them perfectly.
Скопируйте этот HTML на свой сайт — свободное использование, без ключей, без слежки. Добавьте ?theme=light или ?theme=dark к адресу, чтобы подошло к вашей странице.