Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part Two: Nature
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| THE MOON was but a chin of gold | |
| A night or two ago, | |
| And now she turns her perfect face | |
| Upon the world below. | |
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| Her forehead is of amplest blond; | 5 |
| Her cheek like beryl stone; | |
| Her eye unto the summer dew | |
| The likest I have known. | |
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| Her lips of amber never part; | |
| But what must be the smile | 10 |
| Upon her friend she could bestow | |
| Were such her silver will! | |
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| And what a privilege to be | |
| But the remotest star! | |
| For certainly her way might pass | 15 |
| Beside your twinkling door. | |
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| 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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