My Candle Burns At Both Ends

O Troubled Forms, O Early Love Unfortunate And Hard, Time Has Estranged You Into A Jewel Cold And Pure

And Reaching Up My Hand To Try, I Screamed To Feel It Touch The Sky.

The Longest Absence Is Less Perilous To Love Than The Terrible Trials Of Incessant Proximity.

I Know I Am But Summer To Your Heart, And Not The Full Four Seasons Of The Year.

On And On Eternally Shall Your Altered Fluid Run, Bud And Bloom And Go To Seed; But Your Singing Days Are Done