Wednesday, November 11, 2015


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.
- Emily Dickinson, "I held a jewel in my fingers"

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