To make the tale of her charms complete, They [her hands] were matched by the shape of her exquisite feet, Feet so light no maid might show, So perfectly fashioned from heel to toe, If on the eye of a lover she stepped, Her foot would float on the tear he wept. Jm
A babys feet, like sea-shells pink, Might tempt, should heaven see meet, An angels lips to kiss, we think, A babys feet. Like rose-hued sea-flowers toward the heat They stretch and spread and wink Their ten soft buds that part and meet. Algernon Charles Swinburne