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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