Of fame

I would not wish the burning blaze
     Of fame around a restless world
The thunder & the storm of praise
     In crowded tumults heard & hurled
I would not be a flower to stand
     The stare of every passer-bye
But in some nook of fairyland,
     Seen in the praise of beautys eye

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