You'll Know Her-by Her Foot
Emily Dickinson
634 You’ll know Her—by Her Foot— The smallest Gamboge Hand With Fingers—where the Toes should be— Would more affront the Sand— Than this Quaint Creature’s Boot— Adjusted by a Stern— Without a Button—I could vouch— Unto a Velvet Limb— You’ll know Her—by Her Vest— Tight fitting—Orange—Brown— Inside a Jacket duller— She wore when she was born— Her Cap is small—and snug— Constructed for the Winds— She’d pass for Barehead—short way off— But as She Closer stands— So finer ’tis than Wool— You cannot feel the Seam— Nor is it Clasped unto of Band— Nor held upon—of Brim— You’ll know Her—by Her Voice— At first—a doubtful Tone— A sweet endeavor—but as March To April—hurries on— She squanders on your Ear Such Arguments of Pearl— You beg the Robin in your Brain To keep the other—still—
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