It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends -
It gives a lovely light.
I had the occasion to quote this lovely poem when someone asked "And when do you sleep?"
It is the perfect answer.
And it always makes me think of this one as well:
Cut if you will, with Sleep's dull knife,
Each day to half its length, my friend,--
The years that Time take off my life,
He'll take from off the other end!
(Both from "A Few Figs From Thistles" 1920)
The second is as flippant and funny as it is sadly true. Millay died quite young.
Perhaps I should endeavor to get some sleep after all :)