English Poetry. Robert Louis Stevenson. Ad Martialem. Роберт Льюис Стивенсон.

Robert Louis Stevenson (Роберт Льюис Стивенсон)

Ad Martialem

GO(D) knows, my Martial, if we two could be
To enjoy our days set wholly free;
To the true life together bend our mind,
And take a furlough from the falser kind.
No rich saloon, nor palace of the great,
Nor suit at law should trouble our estate;
On no vainglorious statues should we look,
But of a walk, a talk, a little book,
Baths, wells and meads, and the veranda shade,
Let all our travels and our toils be made.
Now neither lives unto himself, alas!
And the good suns we see, that flash and pass
And perish; and the bell that knells them cries:
"Another gone: O when will ye arise?" 

Robert Louis Stevenson’s other poems:

1. Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 13. Mater Triumphans
2. About the Sheltered Garden Ground
3. De Ligurra
4. Voluntary
5. Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 32. In Memoriam E. H.

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