Procrastination

I held a Jewel in my fingers -
And went to sleep -
The day was warm, and winds were prosy -
I said "Twill keep" -

I woke - and chid my honest fingers,
The Gem was gone -
And now, an Amethyst remembrance
Is all I own.

Emily Dickinson
The Poems of Emily Dickinson (Franklin), 261



I too have learned to my sorrow that creatively it is best to strike while the iron is hot.