"One thing there's no getting by—

It's little I know what's in my heart, What's in my mind it's little I know, But there's that in me must up and start, And it's little I care where my feet go.

The world stands out on either side No wider than the heart is wide

And reaching up my hand to try, I screamed to feel it touch the sky.

The heart can push the sea and land Farther away on either hand

But, sure, the sky is big, I said; Miles and miles above my head

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.