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