he knew when he saw her shy smile
the sound of her laughter
knew his heart was hers
caught in a silken web of love
from the first time he saw her
oh such illogical dreams
at night he cried out for her
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
1916
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!
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