I did it again. I jumped into the "poems about the moon" ocean.

Because we are coming up on the full moon in Capricorn and I have this buzzing energy about me at 1:30 am.

Let's dive into Emily Dickinson's: 'The Moon was but a Chin of Gold' shall we?

‘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—

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