James Whitcomb Riley

(7 October 1849 - 22 July 1916 / Greenfield, Indiana)

The Singer - Poem by James Whitcomb Riley

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.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 9, 2010



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