I had been hungry, all the Years - My Noon had Come - to dine - I trembling drew the Table near - And touched the Curious Wine - 'Twas this on Tables I had seen - When turning, hungry, Home I looked in Windows, for the Wealth I could not hope - for Mine -
I did not know the ample Bread - 'Twas so unlike the Crumb The Birds and I, had often shared In Nature's - Dining Room -
The Plenty hurt me - 'twas so new - Myself felt ill - and odd - As Berry - of a Mountain Bush - Transplanted - to a Road -
Nor was I hungry - so I found That Hunger - was a way Of persons Outside Windows - The entering - takes away.
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