GOOD LUCK is the gayest of all gay girls, Long in one place she will not stay, Back from your brow she strokes the curls, Kisses you quick and flies away. But Madame Bad Luck soberly comes And stays, -- no fancy has she for flitting, -- Snatches of true love-songs she hums, And sits by your bed, and brings her knitting. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOTHER EARTH by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE OLD MEN by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 2. ADVICE TO THE STOUT by JOHN ARMSTRONG THE BROTHERS OF BIRCHINGTON; A LAY OF ST. THOMAS A BECKET by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM LILIES: 30. THE WHOLE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE DAY by MARGARET ESTELLA BIGHAM |