Читать книгу The Complete Poetry of Emily Dickinson - Эмили Дикинсон - Страница 201

Table of Contents

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.