Huddled o'er the ingle
Shivering for the hag
To put the pan in the bed
And bring the toddy
She comes in the ashes
Who loved could not be won
Or won not loved
Or some other trouble
Comes in the ashes
Like in that old night
The face in the ashes
That old starlight
On the earth again.
- Samuel Beckett, 1962
