Classic Poem

Aye, no two days, in all the year,
May fall alike in ev'ry way,
Alike in clouds that skies may show,
In all their glowing dyes,
Alike in winds, as low or high,
Or east or west, or wet or dry.

Alike in birds, that gripe the bark,
Or pipe on boughs as leaved or bare,
Alike in cows, by mound or tree,
Dispers'd about the ground,
Below a moon as thin a bow
Or full, with stars as high or low.

Alike in ev'ry face, to take
Its place with all its looks again,
And tongues to speak the same kind words
Or call again each name,
Alike in trodden path, and flow'r
Below the feet, the selfsame hour.

If night can never fall to men
With all a foreday show'd their minds,
Then how shall merry cheer outlast
The many nighted year?
Or why should time no more fulfil
Our hope for change to good from ill?