Emily Dickinson,
You'll know Her — by Her Foot…
“ 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 ”
