Figs from Thistles: First FigBy Edna St. Vincent MillayShare thisShare 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!Copyright Credit: n/aSource: Poetry (June 1918)
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!Copyright Credit: n/aSource: Poetry (June 1918)
