"Night falls fast.'

Today is in the past.

Blown from the dark hill hither to my door

Three flakes, then four

Arrive, then many more."

-Night Falls Fast, 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!" -First Fig, Edna St. Vincent Millay