Emily Dickinson. I held a Jewel in my fingers

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Был тёплым день, и ветерок
Мой сон оберегал –
В надёжных пальцах аметист,
Считала я, лежал.

Проснулась - камня след простыл,
Досада велика.
Но аметистовый тот сон –
Со мною на века.


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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 —