I had been hungry all the years;
\nMy noon had come, to dine;
\nI, trembling, drew the table near,
\nAnd touched the curious wine.<\/p>\n
‘T was this on tables I had seen,
\nWhen turning, hungry, lone,
\nI looked in windows, for the wealth
\nI could not hope to own.<\/p>\n
I did not know the ample bread,
\n‘T was so unlike the crumb
\nThe birds and I had often shared
\nIn Nature’s dining-room.<\/p>\n
The plenty hurt me, ‘t was so new, —
\nMyself felt ill and odd,
\nAs berry of a mountain bush
\nTransplanted to the road.<\/p>\n
Nor was I hungry; so I found
\nThat hunger was a way
\nOf persons outside windows,
\nThe entering takes away.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"