Poems ✍️
  07.01.2026
  9

Author: James Whitcomb Riley

The Singer

While with Ambition's hectic flame
He wastes the midnight oil,
And dreams, high-throned on heights of fame,
To rest him from his toil,--

Death's Angel, like a vast eclipse,
Above him spreads her wings,
And fans the embers of his lips
To ashes as he sings.


  ambition mortality fate irony

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