Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 By the Light of the Moon

Emily Dickenson did write

In verse about the moon as though

A lovely lady of delight

While turning her face all aglow.

A night or two ago I walked.

"The moon was but a chin of gold."

Later, good fortune on me knocked.

Coming together did unfold.

And now under moonlight we stroll

Hand in hand, and so blessed I feel.

The moon perfectly plays her role

Of sending moonbeams to reveal.

Under Emily's moon we be.

You turn your lovely face to me.