13 acessos
I held a Jewel in my fingers
And went to sleep
The day was warm,
Ah winds,winds were prosy
I said ,I said "Twill keep"
I woke-and chid my fingers,
The Gem was gone in my hands
And now,
an Amethyst remembrance
Is all I own
Go from me!
Yet I feel that I shall stand
Henceforward in thy shadow,
God From Me!