IN Casena dwelt a widow; Worldly fortune she had none; Nor a single near relation Save her silly, idle son. Little heeded he her counsel When she bade him stir about, -- Ever yawning, dozing, sleeping, Like a good-for-nothing lout. Oft and oft his mother told him (Dame Lucetta was her name), "Rise, Lucello! (so she called him), Get thee out, -- for very shame! "See, the sun is high in heaven! Quit, my boy, your lazy bed; Go and seek some honest labor; So good days shall crown your head." Much the foolish fellow marveled What "good days" might chance to be; When, at last, the lad determined He would even go and see. So, next morning, lo! the sluggard, Rising lazily and late, Sauntered forth, and on, and onward. Till he reached the city gate. Here Lucello, tired with walking In the sultry summer heat, Straightway laid him down to slumber Right across the trodden street! Now it chanced three wicked robbers, Coming from the secret place Where their stolen wealth was buried, Met the stranger face to face. And the first, as he was passing, Seeing some one in the way (For he stumbled on the sleeper), Bade him civilly, "Good day!" "There is one!" Lucello answered, Minding what the dame had said, How "good days," for good behavior, Were to crown his lucky head. But the robber, conscience-smitten Touching the unlawful pelf, Deemed the words the lad had spoken Plainly pointed to himself! Soon another robber, passing, His "Good day" was fain to give; "Here is luck!" exclaimed Lucello, "That's the second, as I live!" Trembling, now the rogues awaited The arrival of the third, When again "Good day" was given, Which with joy Lucello heard. "Number three, by all that's lucky!" Cried the boy, with keen delight; "My good days are quickly coming; Faith! the dame was in the right!" Whereupon the robbers, guessing That the lad was well aware Of the treasure they had hidden, Straightway offered him a share; Which he joyfully accepted, And in triumph carried home, And with rapture told his mother, How his lucky days had come! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ANOTHER GRACE FOR A CHILD by ROBERT HERRICK DAFFODILS by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE UNDERWOODS: BOOK 2: 16. THE DEAREST FRIENDS ARE THE AULDEST FRIENDS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON ST. SIMEON STYLITES by ALFRED TENNYSON IN AN OLD CEMETERY by LILLAH A. ASHLEY |