Good and Bad Luck
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.
~ John Hay