Is Bliss, Then, Such Abyss

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Title:     Is Bliss, Then, Such Abyss
Author: Emily Dickinson [More Titles by Dickinson]

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.

[The end]
Emily Dickinson's poem: Is Bliss, Then, Such Abyss

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