The Contract. By Emily Dickinson

    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.