DIMPLE-CHEEKED and rosy-lipped, With his cap-rim backward tipped, Still in fancy I can see Little Tommy smile on me -- Little Tommy Smith. Little unsung Tommy Smith -- Scarce a name to rhyme it with; Yet most tenderly to me Something sings unceasingly -- Little Tommy Smith. On the verge of some far land Still forever does he stand, With his cap-rim rakishly Tilted; so he smiles on me -- Little Tommy Smith. Elder-blooms contrast the grace Of the rover's radiant face -- Whistling back, in mimicry, "Old -- Bob -- White!" all liquidly -- Little Tommy Smith. O my jaunty statuette Of first love, I see you yet, Though you smile so mistily, It is but through tears I see, Little Tommy Smith. But, with crown tipped back behind, And the glad hand of the wind Smoothing back your hair, I see Heaven's best angel smile on me, -- Little Tommy Smith. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ELEGY UPON THE DEATH OF DOCTOR DONNE, DEAN OF PAUL'S by THOMAS CAREW CHEMISTRY OF A POEM by CAROLYN AUSTIN THE TERRORS OF GUILT by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS ULTIMATION by MAGDELEN EDEN BOYLE THE JUNGFRAU'S CRY by STOPFORD AUGUSTUS BROOKE |