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21. Nov 2005

I gave myself to him

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 (1830-1886)