Good And Bad Luck. Translations. After Heine.

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

John Milton Hay was an American statesman and official whose government career stretched over almost half a century. He began as a private secretary to Abraham Lincoln, eventually becoming Secretary of State under Presidents William McKinley and Theodore Roosevelt. Aside from his political career, Hay was also a poet and writer, remembered for his influence on American literature and foreign policy.

John Hay

The Light Of Love.

John Hay, Simple Poetry

A Winter Night.

John Hay, Simple Poetry

Expectation.

John Hay, Simple Poetry

Little Breeches.

John Hay, Simple Poetry

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A Blessing. Translations. After Heine.

When I look on thee and feel how dear,
    How pure, and how fair thou art,
Into my eyes there steals a tear,
And a shadow mingled of love and fear
    Creeps slowly over my heart.

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Boudoir Prophecies.

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Gypsy Songs

I

The faery beam upon you,
The stars to glister on you;
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To the old, long life and treasure!
To the young all health and pleasure!
To the fair, their face
With eternal grace
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To the witty, all clear mirrors;
To the foolish, their dark errors;
To the loving sprite,
A secure delight;
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