My boy scout days would have been far poorer without "The Cremation Of Sam Magee" recited (correctly) when the fire burned low.

Or Kipling. Or any number of others. Heck, I've even turned my hand to it for the amusement of my neices and nephews (but I don't claim more than that).

Without night, how would we appreciate day? And sometimes the dusk before sunrise or sunset is just as wonderful as the day or night.