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
Opon 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
Opon Her Friend she could bestow - confer
Were such Her silver will -

And what a privilege to be
But the remotest star -
For Certainty she take Her way
Beside Yourtwinkling - • glimmering - Palace Door -

Her Bonnet is the Firma - ment[^a1] -
The Valleys - are Her shoe -The Universe - Her shoe -
The Stars - the Trinkets at Her Belt -
Her Dimities - of Blue -

[^a1: Firma - ment | Firmament]