Poems: Third Series/Is bliss, then, such abyss

by Emily Dickinson

 

LII.

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 fair.

But bliss is sold just once;
The patent lost
None buy it any more.