Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

The Lost Jewel

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.

1. Lost Faith
2. Fire
3. Ventures
4. Disenchantment
5. I Have a King Who Does Not Speak

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