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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 –
