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.
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Be glad the obstacles are there; consider how difficult it would be to climb a smooth mountain.
by Alter EsselinMoonlight silent they appear,
The two teenagers.
Lovesick and distraught,
They shove the garbage pails aside
Sit down on the bench
And embrace,
Eyes shining in the dark.