God, I can push the grass apart
And lay my finger on Thy heart!

Pity me that the heart is slow to learn
What the swift mind beholds at every turn.

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

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.

I find it's as hard to live down an early triumph as an early indiscretion.