514 <br /> <br />Her smile was shaped like other smiles— <br />The Dimples ran along— <br />And still it hurt you, as some Bird <br />Did hoist herself, to sing, <br />Then recollect a Ball, she got— <br />And hold upon the Twig, <br />Convulsive, while the Music broke— <br />Like Beads—among the Bog—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/her-smile-was-shaped-like-other-smiles/
