Star Fairies

 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 blond;
          Her cheek like beryl stone;
          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
          Were such her silver will!

And what a privilege to be
          But the remotest star!
          For certainly her way might pass
         Beside your twinkling door.

Her bonnet is the firmament,
          The universe her shoe,
          The stars the trinkets at her belt,
          Her dimities of blue.
Emily Dickinson
 
 

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