I Held a Jewel in my Fingers, by Emily Dickinson

I Held a Jewel in my Fingers

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 chid my honest fingers,

The Gem was gone’—

And now, an Amethyst remembrance

Is all I own’—

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LXVII Presentment is that long shadow on… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.

139 Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost indeed— But tens have won an all—

I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, Eyes— I wonder if It weighs like Mine— Or has an Easier size. I wonder if They bore it long—

MY cocoon tightens, colors tease, I 'm feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be

895 A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me

The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -

704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken

Two butterflies went out at noon And waltzed above a stream, Then stepped straight through the… And rested on a beam; And then together bore away

885 Our little Kinsmen’—after Rain In plenty may be seen, A Pink and Pulpy multitude The tepid Ground upon.

8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables

54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—

The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s p…

257 Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way—

156 You love me—you are sure— I shall not fear mistake— I shall not cheated wake— Some grinning morn—

892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age