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 chide my honest fingers,
The Gem was gone
And now, an Amethyst remembrance
Is all I own
Actually none of Emily Dickinson's poems were titled some were numbered and none were set up in lines like the one above since she was nearly blind
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