Foiled Poem by John Bannister Tabb

Foiled



Ah, Death, thou art a lover,
And with thy rival Life,
For proud possession of her
Didst wage perpetual strife,
Till Fate adjudged thee victory;
But Life's eternal spoil is she.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: fate
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