FORTUNE

Fortune! What is fortune?

Just a gold fly flashing,

which by light of evening

round your head is dashing;

Circling round your temples,

in your curls concealing,

while your head you’re clasping,

crushed by hand unfeeling.

Fortune like a dewdrop

on the blooms glints golden,

by a step mis-footed

suddenly downtrodden;

Trodden down, sad sighing,

with the clouds gone, hurting,

maybe with the hoarfrost

to your locks reverting…