I am looking for a poem that has this verse in it

He was born beneath the moon
He basked beneath the sun
He lived a life of going to do and died with nothing done

Can anyone please help... I was told it was Wordsworth or Yeats but I've looked everywhere and can't find a reference to it.

Thanks for you help

He slept beneath the moon
He basked beneath the sun;
He lived a life of going-to-do,
And died with nothing done.

- James Albery's epitaph for himself
( English playwright )

Thank you

I've been looking for that for about 10 years no wonder I couldn't find it with the references I was given.

Thanking you again

Reminds me of e e cummings',


anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did

Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain

children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more

when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her

someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream

stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)

one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was

all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.

Women and men(both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain

This reminds me of one I wrote


Clouds from Above
Purple sheets of gray
tumbling but still
Turmoil but still
Dead but Still.....

Dead but still writing, it seems!

you're welcome

you can see a picture of Albery :

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Albery ( 1838–1889) used to write for a certain Vaudeville Theatre
( the name of the theatre)

Pickwick, a four-act drama - 1871
Jingle, a farce - 1878
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