The pleasures of friendship are exquisite,
How pleasant to go to a friend on a visit!
I go to my friend, we walk on the grass,
And the hours and moments like minutes pass.
Florence Margaret Smith, known as Stevie Smith, (20 September 1902 – 7 March 1971) was an English poet and novelist.
I’ve been a fan of Stevie Smith’s work for quite a long time and find this piece particularly appropriate tonight.
See ya in the morning, my friend!