My candle burns at both ends; it will not last the night; but ah, my foes, and oh, my friends - it gives a lovely light!
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.
She learned her hands in a fairy-tale, And her mouth on a valentine.
There is no shelter in you anywhere.
Life isn't all beer and skittles; few of us have touched a skittle in years.
I know what my heart is like Since your love died: It is like a hollow ledge Holding a little pool Left there by the tide, A little tepid pool, Drying inward from the edge.