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...REAR-PORCHES OF AN APARTMENT-BUILDING by MAXWELL BODENHEIM THE FIRST LESSON by EMILY DICKINSON THE VICAR OF WAKEFIELD: SONG by OLIVER GOLDSMITH THE YEAR OF JUBILEE by HENRY CLAY WORK PEPITA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE LAST MAN: DREAM OF DYING by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |