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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,—
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.
Above him spreads her wings,
And fans the embers of his lips
To ashes as he sings.
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