You'll know Her - by Her Foot - The finest 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 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 - 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 Head Such Threnodies of Pearl - You beg the Robin in your Brain To keep the other - still.
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