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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 –

ca. 1861