Emily Dickinson - The Moon was but a Chin of Gold lyrics

737 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