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 bestow --[^a1]confer
Were such Her Silver Will --

[^a1: bestow -- | bestow --]

And what a privilege to be
But the remotest Star --
For Certainty She take Her Way
Beside Your glimmering --[^a2]twinkling --[^a3]Palace Door --

[^a2: glimmering -- | glimmering --]

[^a3: twinkling -- | twinkling --]

Her Bonnet is the Firmament --
The Valleys -- are Her Shoe --[^a4]The Universe -- Her Shoe --
The Stars -- the Trinkets at Her Belt --
Her Dimities -- of Blue --

[^a4: The Valleys -- are Her Shoe -- | The Valleys -- are Her Shoe --]