I carry a slipper of glass,
A memory cold from my past,
A wonder of sparkling delight
That suddenly fled from my sight.
The hands of the shattering clock
Break all spells and all memories mock,
But one thing is yet left to me,
And I carry that glass-fragile key.
In the penultimate line the emphasis is on the word one. I love fairy tales, and find the strange images and objects through which the stories are told very fascinating.