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 –
Nor ⁺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 your ⁺Head
Such ⁺Threnodies of Pearl –
⁺You beg the Robin in your
Brain  ↑↑+ Deny she is a Robin – now –  ↓↓
⁺To keep the other – still – ↑ + And you′re an Infidel –↓

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