Emily Dickinson

I Held A Jewel In My Fingers

I held a Jewel in my fingers And went to sleep The day was warm, and winds were prosy I said Twill keep’ I woke and chid my honest fingers, The Gem was gone And now, an Amethyst remembrance Is all I own

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