<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=427720" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Martin</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I am tired of earnest men,<br> Intense and keen and sharp and clever,<br>Pursuing fame with brush or pen<br> Or counting metal disks forever,<br>Then from the halls of Shadowland<br> Beyond the trackless purple sea<br>Old Martin's ghost comes back to stand<br> Beside my desk and talk to me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still on his delicate pale face<br> A quizzical thin smile is showing,<br>His cheeks are wrinkled like fine lace,<br> His kind blue eyes are gay and glowing.<br>He wears a brilliant-hued cravat,<br> A suit to match his soft grey hair,<br>A rakish stick, a knowing hat,<br> A manner blithe and debonair. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How good that he who always knew<br> That being lovely was a duty,<br>Should have gold halls to wander through<br> And should himself inhabit beauty.<br>How like his old unselfish way<br> To leave those halls of splendid mirth<br>And comfort those condemned to stay<br> Upon the dull and sombre earth. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some people ask: &quot;What cruel chance<br> Made Martin's life so sad a story?&quot;<br>Martin? Why, he exhaled romance,<br> And wore an overcoat of glory.<br>A fleck of sunlight in the street,<br> A horse, a book, a girl who smiled,<br>Such visions made each moment sweet<br> For this receptive ancient child. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Because it was old Martin's lot<br> To be, not make, a decoration,<br>Shall we then scorn him, having not<br> His genius of appreciation?<br>Rich joy and love he got and gave;<br> His heart was merry as his dress;<br>Pile laurel wreaths upon his grave<br> Who did not gain, but was, success!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Joyce+Kilmer">Joyce Kilmer</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=427720" data-title="Martin de Joyce Kilmer" data-description="When I am tired of earnest men, Intense and keen and sharp and clever, Pursuing fame with brush or pen Or counting metal disks forever, Then from the halls of Shadowland Beyond the trackless purple sea Old Martin's ghost comes back to stand Be..."></div> </div> </div>

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