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Emily Dickinson's Collected Poems

Part Two: Love 33. I held a jewel in my fingers

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."


I woke and chid my honest fingers, --

The gem was gone;

And now an amethyst remembrance

Is all I own.

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