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’—

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