Is Bliss Then, Such Abyss, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Is Bliss Then, Such Abyss

340

Is Bliss then, such Abyss,

I must not put my foot amiss

For fear I spoil my shoe?

I’d rather suit my foot

Than save my Boot—

For yet to buy another Pair

Is possible,

At any store—

But Bliss, is sold just once.

The Patent lost

None buy it any more—

Say, Foot, decide the point—

The Lady cross, or not?

Verdict for Boot!

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