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 —

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5 Comments

  1. ART MOORE says:

    sHE IS A UNIQUE TALENT WHOSE STYLE WAS INVENTED BY HERSELF.
    TO COPY IT IS CHEATING, TO MOCK IT SINFUL, TO LEARN FROM IT A POET’S DELIGHT.

  2. shelly says:

    what are the deeper meanings?

  3. Hannah & Kyla says:

    we love this poem and emily dickinson, we’re doing a study on her and the poem!

  4. jesus says:

    I love this poem so very much. it brings tears to my eyes every time i read it. it is just so beautiful i have it hanging up on my wall. it is the perfect comparison to the moon itself and i would like to travel there some day with my boyfriend timmy to see what it is really like. i love emily dickinson and her poems. they are super.

  5. lizzie says:

    this is very strange… the version of this poem i have has many words that are different to the ones in this version…

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