| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | To a Certain Fair Lady | | By Lyman Bryson |
| | | YOUR heart is like a poplar tree, | |
| Full of sunlit greenery, | |
| A thin lace pattern on the sky, | |
| That trembles when the winds go by. | |
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| And every zephyr, every day, | 5 |
| That comes adventuring that way, | |
| Feels it as tremulously waken, | |
| As if it never had been shaken. | | | | |
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