| Fuess and Stearns, comps. The Little Book of Society Verse. 1922. | | | | Imitation | | By Henry Cuyler Bunner |
| | | MY love she leans from the window | |
| Afar in a rosy land; | |
| And red as a rose are her blushes, | |
| And white as a rose her hand. | |
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| And the roses cluster around her, | 5 |
| And mimic her tender grace; | |
| And nothing but roses can blossom | |
| Wherever she shows her face. | |
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| I dwell in a land of winter, | |
| From my love a world apart— | 10 |
| But the snow blooms over with roses | |
| At the thought of her in my heart. . . . . . . . . | |
| This German style of poem | |
| Is uncommonly popular now; | |
| For the worst of us poets can do it— | 15 |
| Since Heine showed us how. | | | | |
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