But he, sad-eyed and ashy-cheeked…


But he, sad-eyed and ashy-cheeked,
When slips the pen from grasping,
Sees, as he struggles, gasping,
With fame the far horizon streaked
Behind Death’s raven gory-beaked.

J.J. Britton

(1832–1913), “A Bookworm,” A Sheaf of Ballads, 1884

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