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Best Amethyst Moments
And all the woods are alive with the murmur and sound of Spring,
And the rose-bud breaks into pink on the climbing briar,
And the crocus-bed is a quivering moon of fire
Girdled round with the belt of an amethyst ring.
Oscar Wilde (1854–1900). Poems. 1881.
Amethyst
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