The Moon was but a chin of gold

Every month the moon shows in all of her full beauty, like tonight. It's always there, silent, inspiring poets, artists, or simply pacing the rhythm of the tide. Hope you enjoy this picture I share as long as one of the poems she inspired!

‘The Moon was but a chin of gold’ wrote Emily Dickinson

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 …