Morning and evening
by
Nathanael Smith

Every sunrise marks a new day
Yesterday was fresh at first
And tomorrow's just the same
But every fresh day soon goes bad
The sunny mornings die to Grey
To lose the wonder they once had

Every friendship's fine at first
And every friend is good
But friendships have a deeper thirst
Deeper needs than words alone
All hearts either wilt or burst
Whether they're of flesh or stone