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)