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.
About author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: american
- Born: December 10, 1830
- Died: May 15, 1886