Classic Poem

Fresh and fresh and new and new,
Book and friend and lady too,
Give me every day and night
New desire and new delight,
How they weary, stale, and tire,
Old delight and old desire.

Ah! you child of air and flame,
Never twice the very same,
Every hour of every day
Lovely in another way,
Who would ever tire of you?
Fresh and fresh and new and new.