I shall forget you presently, my dear

I shall forget you presently, my dear,
So make the most of this, your little day,
Your little month, your little half a year,
Ere I forget, or die, or move away,

And we are done forever; by and by
I shall forget you, as I said, but now,
If you entreat me with your loveliest lie
I willl protest you with my favorite vow.

I would indeed that love were longer-lived,
And vows were not so brittle as they are,
But so it is, and nature has contrived
To struggle on without a break thus far,

Whether or not we find what we are seeking
Is idle, biologically speaking.

poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay from A Few Figs from Thistles (1920)
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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.

Edna St. Vincent Millay in A Few Figs from Thistles (1920)
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