The Moon
by Emily Dickinson

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 -

       From The Complete Poems of  Emily Dickinson
       Edited by Thomas H. Johnson
       Published by Little, Brown and Company New York



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        ...Inflected forms: pl. dim·i·ties 
        A sheer, crisp cotton fabric with raised 
        woven stripes or checks, used chiefly for curtains and dresses. 
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