I Held a Jewel in my Fingers, by Emily Dickinson

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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I Held a Jewel in my Fingers

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