The Moon was but a Chin of Gold

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 --