| I GAVE myself to him, | |
| And took himself for pay. | |
| The solemn contract of a life | |
| Was ratified this way. | |
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| The wealth might disappoint, | |
| Myself a poorer prove | |
| Than this great purchaser suspect, | |
| The daily own of Love | |
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| Depreciate the vision; | |
| But, till the merchant buy, | |
| Still fable, in the isles of spice, | |
| The subtle cargoes lie. | |
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| At least, ’t is mutual risk,— | |
| Some found it mutual gain; | |
| Sweet debt of Life,—each night to owe, | |
| Insolvent, every noon. |
This poem took me back to my more than half a century old student days. I'm thankful to you for the nostalgic pleasure that its reading evoked.
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