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!

The soul can split the sky in two and let the face of God shine through.

Music my rampart, and my only one.

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.

I love humanity but I hate people.

No one but Night, with tears on her dark face, watches beside me in this windy place.