First Fig
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.Edna St Vincent Millay, A Few Figs From Thistles, 1920
These are the burnt-out ends of smoky days.
First Fig
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.Edna St Vincent Millay, A Few Figs From Thistles, 1920
These are the burnt-out ends of smoky days.