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The Lost Jewel.

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

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.

(C) Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
07/01/2019


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