Part Three: Love
 
                   XXII
 
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.

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