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. His Last Request to Julia
2. To Anthea (Anthea, I am going hence)
3. The Rock of Rubies, and the Quarry of Pearls
4. To Sapho
5. Things Mortal Still Mutable (Epigram)

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