A Few Figs from Thistles

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

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!

Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand: Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!

And, "One thing there's no getting by— I've been a wicked girl," said I; "But if I can't be sorry, why, I might as well be glad!"