My Candle Burns At Both Ends

Guess I'll Weep Awhile. Guess I Won't, I Mean.

I Know What My Heart Is Like Since Your Love Died: It Is Like A Hollow Ledge Holding A Little Pool Left There By The Tide, A Little Tepid Pool, Drying Inward From The Edge.

Although We Sometimes Did Without A Few Of Life's Necessities, We Rarely Lacked For Its Luxuries.

Dust In An Urn Long Since, Dispersed And Dead Is Great Apollo; And The Happier He

I Had A Little Sorrow, Born Of A Little Sin.