Grandeur of Ghosts

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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.

© Siegfried Sassoon