I would not wish the burning blaze <br />Of fame around a restless world, <br />The thunder and the storm of praise <br />In crowded tumults heard and hurled. <br />I would not be a flower to stand <br />The stare of every passer-bye; <br />But in some nook of fairyland, <br />Seen in the praise of beauty's eye.<br /><br />John Clare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/idle-fame/
