среда, 4 апреля 2012 г.

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,— 5
The gem was gone;
And now an amethyst remembrance
Is all I own.

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