Poem by Robert Herrick

The Coming of Good Luck

So Good-Luck came, and on my roof did light,
Like noiseless snow, or as the dew of night;
Not all at once, but gently,—as the trees
Are by the sun-beams, tickled by degrees.

1. Felicity Quick of Flight
2. Upon a Painted Gentlewoman
3. Upon Tears
4. Purposes
5. On Himself (Live by thy Muse thou shalt, when others die)

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