Author Emily Dickinson 245 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— Tags sleep wind Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments