Dorothy's Dimples

By Amos Russel Wells

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.

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