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The Moon was but a Chin of Gold

By Emily DickinsonSource: Emily Dickinson - PoetryDB (Public Domain)107 words

The Moon was but a Chin of Gold

A Night or two ago --

And now she turns Her perfect Face

Upon the World below --

Her Forehead is of Amplest Blonde --

Her Cheek -- a Beryl hewn --

Her Eye unto the Summer Dew

The likest I have known --

Her Lips of Amber never part --

But what must be the smile

Upon Her Friend she could confer

Were such Her Silver Will --

And what a privilege to be

But the remotest Star --

For Certainty She take Her Way

Beside Your Palace Door --

Her Bonnet is the Firmament --

The Universe -- Her Shoe --

The Stars -- the Trinkets at Her Belt --

Her Dimities -- of Blue --

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