Author Emily Dickinson I took one Draught of Life—I'll tell you what I paid—Precisely an existence—The market price, they said.They weighed me, Dust by Dust—They balanced Film with Film,Then handed me my Being's worth—A single Dram of Heaven! Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments