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I held a jewel in my fingerstAnd went to sleep.tThe day was warm, and winds were prosy;tI said: “‘T will keep.”I woke and chid my honest fingers,—The gem was gone;tAnd now an amethyst remembrancetIs all I own.
I held a jewel in my fingerstAnd went to sleep.tThe day was warm, and winds were prosy;tI said: “‘T will keep.”I woke and chid my honest fingers,—The gem was gone;tAnd now an amethyst remembrancetIs all I own.
