My Candle Burns At Both Ends

Here's A Song Was Never Sung: Growing Old Is Dying Young.

If I Love You Wednesday, What Is That To You? I Do Not Love You Thursday - So Much Is True.

Love Is Not All: It Is Not Meat Nor Drink Nor Slumber Nor A Roof Against The Rain; Nor Yet A Floating Spar To Men That Sink.

L Am Not Resigned To The Shutting Away Of Loving Hearts In The Hard Ground. So It Is, And So It Will Be, For So It Has Been, Time Out Of Mind: Into The Darkness They Go, The Wise And The Lovely. Crowned With Lilies And With Laurel They Go; But I Am Not Resigned.

Pity Me That The Heart Is Slow To Learn What The Swift Mind Beholds At Every Turn.