Grandeur of Ghosts

When I have heard small talk about great men

I climb to bed; light my two candles; then

Consider what was said; and put aside

What Such-a-one remarked and Someone-else replied.

They have spoken lightly of my deathless friends,

(Lamps for my gloom, hands guiding where I stumble,)

Quoting, for shallow conversational ends,

What Shelley shrilled, what Blake once wildly muttered ....

How can they use such names and be not humble?

I have sat silent; angry at what they uttered.

The dead bequeathed them life; the dead have said

What these can only memorize and mumble.