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Emily Dickinson (1830–86).  Complete Poems.  1924.

Part Two: Nature

CIII


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;        5
  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        10
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        15
  Beside your twinkling door.
  
Her bonnet is the firmament,
  The universe her shoe,
The stars the trinkets at her belt,
  Her dimities of blue.        20

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