As soft sunbeams plash In a lakelet of white, So Dorothy's dimples Are dimples of light. And as little waves run From that plashment away, So the curve of her smile Widens out through the day; Widens out to the faces That see her the while, That move to her dimples And smile with her smile. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BALLAD OF WHITECHAPEL by ISAAC ROSENBERG OUTIDANA: A DIRGE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES SWEENEY AMONG THE NIGHTINGALES by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT THE BLACK FINGER by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE WINTER SONG by LUDWIG HENRICH CHRISTOPH HOLTY THE PAUPER'S DRIVE by THOMAS NOEL |