SHE had a dimple in her chin — I read the sign like any sage, And knew where Cupid's lips had been — She had a dimple in her chin. To follow suit is scarce a sin. Who wins a kiss may laugh at rage. She had a dimple in her chin — Ah, Madame Grundy — turn the page! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE CAT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES A BANJO SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TO WORDSWORTH by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE WANDER-LOVERS by RICHARD HOVEY LAMENT OF THE IRISH EMIGRANT by HELEN SELINA SHERIDAN ELEGIAC SONNET: 7. ON THE DEPARTURE OF THE NIGHTINGALE by CHARLOTTE SMITH |