I Gave Myself To Him
by Emily  Dickinson

I gave myself to him And took himself for pay. The solemn contract of a life Was ratified this way The value might disappoint Myself a poorer prove Than this my purchaser suspect The daily own of love. Depreciates the sight But, 'till the merchant buy, Still fabled, in the isles of spice The subtle cargoes lie. At least, "'tis mutual risk" (Some found it mutual gain) Sweet debt of life -each night to owe, Insolvent every noon! INDEX - NEXT