To the Moon....well Moon jewelry anyway

                         

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 –

Emily Dickinson — “The Moon Was But a Chin of Gold”
https://www.shampoopoetry.com/poems-about-the-moon/ | Contemporary Poetry

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