The Poems of Emily Dickinson, Variorum Edition, Franklin, 1998
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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 stem - Without a Button - I c'd 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 - Norhas it any held opon - 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 yourEar HeadSuchExtasies - • Revenues - • Arguments Threnodies of Pearl - You beg the Robin in your Brain To keep the other - still -