A good-time girl is Happiness,
She lingers nowhere long,
Gives you a kiss, a light caress,
Laughs and then is gone

But when my Lady Sorrow comes,
She comes to stay. 'Believe you, '
She sadly smiles, 'Whatever comes,
O I will never leave you.'

Christopher Hart

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/after-heine-das-gluck-ist-eine-leichte-dirne-c/