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| You'll know Her -- by Her Foot --
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| Written by: | Emily Dickinson (other works)
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| Poem #: | 634
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| Language: | English
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| Type: | Poetry
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| Preceded by: | When Bells stop ringing -- Church -- begins -633-
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| Succeeded by: | I think the longest Hour of all -635-
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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 --
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