Not Only The Most Famous

No, for their names are written with the light

Over the roof, and they are ever praised,

Called and recalled for flowers every night,

And daily lunched and laurelled by the crazed.

Let them enjoy their glory; it is earned;

But, for myself, I love the two or three

For whom no sign upon the roof has blazed,

No lilies on the curtain-fall been white;

In whom, unthanked, the unfed flame has burned,

The snowdrop beauty that the lonely see.

John Masefield