Tuesday, May 22, 2007

I gave myself to him,

And took himself for pay.

The solemn contract of a life

Was ratified this way.



The wealth might disappoint,

Myself a poorer prove

Than this great purchaser suspect,

The daily own of Love



Depreciate the vision;

But, till the merchant buy,

Still fable, in the isles of spice,

The subtle cargoes lie.



At least, ’t is mutual risk,—

Some found it mutual gain;

Sweet debt of Life,—each night to owe,

Insolvent, every noon.



-Emily Dickinson




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