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The Moon Was but a Chin of Gold
Project Gutenberg eBook #12242, Poems by Emily Dickinson, Three Series, Complete
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# The Moon Was but a Chin of Gold
The Moon Was but a Chin of Gold
XXI.
THE MOON.
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 blond; Her cheek like beryl stone; 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 bestow Were such her silver will!
And what a privilege to be But the remotest star! For certainly her way might pass Beside your twinkling door.
Her bonnet is the firmament, The universe her shoe, The stars the trinkets at her belt, Her dimities of blue.