I should have been a plumber fixing drains.
And mending pure white bathtubs for the great Diogenes
(who scorned all lies, all liars, and all tyrannies),

And then, perhaps, he would bestow on me -- majesty!
(O modesty aside, forgive my fallen pride, O hidden
majesty,
The lamp, the lantern, the lucid light he sought for

All too often -- sick humanity!)

Delmore Schwartz

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/albert-einstein-to-archibald-macleish/