While with Ambition's hectic flame <br />He wastes the midnight oil, <br />And dreams, high-throned on heights of fame, <br />To rest him from his toil,-- <br /> <br />Death's Angel, like a vast eclipse, <br />Above him spreads her wings, <br />And fans the embers of his lips <br />To ashes as he sings.<br /><br />James Whitcomb Riley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-singer-6/
