I got the name of my first original play from this poem. A quick google to get the full text proves that I was not the only one to be drawn to that line.
Part Three: Love
XXXIII
XXXIII
by Emily Dickinson
I HELD a jewel in my fingers | |
And went to sleep. | |
The day was warm, and winds were prosy; | |
I said: “’T will keep.” | |
I woke and chid my honest fingers,— | 5 |
The gem was gone; | |
And now an amethyst remembrance | |
Is all I own. |
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