So Good-Luck came, and on my roof did light, <br />Like noiseless snow, or as the dew of night; <br />Not all at once, but gently,--as the trees <br />Are by the sun-beams, tickled by degrees.<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-coming-of-good-luck/
