{"text":"I held a jewel in my fingers\tAnd went to sleep.\tThe day was warm, and winds were prosy;\tI said: ''T will keep.'I woke and chid my honest fingers,—The gem was gone;\tAnd now an amethyst remembrance\tIs all I own.","author":"Emily Dickinson","tags":["loss","poetry"],"id":442890,"author_id":"Emily+Dickinson"}