Poems by Emily Dickinson: The Lost Jewel
Updated May 6, 2020 |
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The Lost Jewel
The Lost Jewel
I held a jewel in my fingers
And went to sleep.
The day was warm, and winds were prosy;
I said: "'T will keep."
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.
The gem was gone;
And now an amethyst remembrance
Is all I own.
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