| Fuess and Stearns, comps. The Little Book of Society Verse. 1922. | | | | Snowdrop | | By William Wetmore Story |
| | | WHEN, full of warm and eager love, | |
| I clasp you in my fond embrace, | |
| You gently push me back and say, | |
| “Take care, my dear, you’ll spoil my lace.” | |
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| You kiss me just as you would kiss | 5 |
| Some woman friend you chanced to see; | |
| You call me “dearest.”—All love’s forms | |
| Are yours, not its reality. | |
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| Oh, Annie! cry, and storm, and rave! | |
| Do anything with passion in it! | 10 |
| Hate me an hour, and then turn round | |
| And love me truly, just one minute. | | | | |
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