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...BRER RABBIT, YOU'S DE CUTES' OF 'EM ALL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON LINES ON CARMEN SYLVA by EMMA LAZARUS REINFORCEMENTS by MARIANNE MOORE FAIR HARVARD by GEORGE SANTAYANA MOUNTAIN WATER by SARA TEASDALE |