Poetry Explorer

Classic and Contemporary Poetry

FOILED by JOHN BANISTER TABB

First Line: AH, DEATH, THOU ART A LOVER
Last Line: BUT LIFE'S ETERNAL SPOIL IS SHE.
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.



Home: PoetryExplorer.net