Maxioms by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Pity me that the heart is slow to learn What the swift mind beholds at every turn.
Pity me that the heart is slow to learn What the swift mind beholds at every turn.
After all my erstwhile dear, my no longer cherished; Need we say it was not love, just because it perished?
After all my erstwhile dear, my no longer cherished; Need we say it was not love, just because it perished?
My candle burns at both ends; it will not last the night; but ah, my foes, and oh, my friends read more
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!
