Classic Poem

I would rather be
In the shade of a tree,
With a song and a handful of daisies,
Than the darling of victory
'Mid the bray of the rabble's praises.

I would rather ride
On the wings inside,
Whither hoofs and horns come not after,
Then take to me Fame for a bride,
Rouged Fame, with her leer and her laughter.