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...TIME THE HANGMAN by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE MOTHER'S HOPE by SAMUEL LAMAN BLANCHARD BIRTHDAY OF DANIEL WEBSTER by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES SIBERIA by JAMES CLARENCE MANGAN OVERHEARD ON A SALTMARSH by HAROLD MONRO THE WATCH OF A SWAN by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT FRIENDS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE FEILIRE OF ADAMNAN by ADAMNAN TO HIS DEAR FRIEND THOMAS RANDOLPH, ON HIS COMEDY 'THE JEALOUS LOVERS' by RICHARD BENEFIELD |