Idle Fame

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Title:     Idle Fame
Author: John Clare [More Titles by Clare]

I would not wish the burning blaze
Of fame around a restless world,
The thunder and the storm of praise
In crowded tumults heard and 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 beauty's eye.

[The end]
John Clare's poem: Idle Fame

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