This is the place where Dorothea smiled.
I did not know the reason, nor did she.
But there she stood, and turned, and smiled at me:
A sudden glory had bewitched the child.
The corn at harvest, and a single tree.
This is the place where Dorothea smiled.
The Elm
Hilaire Belloc
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Poem topics: child, tree, single, reason, place, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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