F261 - J245 (1861) 

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



-Emily Dickinson.
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