A million little diamonds
Twinkled on the trees;
And all the little maidens said:
“A jewel, if you please!”
But while they held their hands outstretched,
To catch the diamonds gay,
A million little sunbeams came,
And stole them all away.
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When Diamonds are a Legend,
And Diadems — a Tale —
I Brooch and Earrings for Myself,
Do sow, and Raise for sale —
And tho' I'm scarce accounted,
My Art, a Summer Day — had Patrons —
Once — it was a Queen —
And once — a Butterfly —