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I held a jewel in my fingers

by Emily Dickinson, 1891

I held a jewel in my fingers
And went to sleep.
The day was warm, and winds were prosy;
I said: "'T will keep."

I woke and chid my honest fingers, —
The gem was gone;
And now an amethyst remembrance
Is all I own.

Published in Poems by Emily Dickinson: Second Series

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