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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE WOMAN by HAYDEN CARRUTH PLACE FOR A THIRD by ROBERT FROST THE WAR THAT ISN'T WHAT YOU THINK by JAMES GALVIN GHOSTS OF THE OLD YEAR by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DIPPOLD THE OPTICIAN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |