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