Fuess and Stearns, comps. The Little Book of Society Verse. 1922.
By. Henry Cuyler BunnerImitation
M
Afar in a rosy land;
And red as a rose are her blushes,
And white as a rose her hand.
And mimic her tender grace;
And nothing but roses can blossom
Wherever she shows her face.
From my love a world apart—
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—
Since Heine showed us how.