THE LOST JEWEL - I held a jewel in my fingers

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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: 'T will 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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A route of evanescence / With a revolving wheel;

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