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 the Road –

 

Nor was I hungry – so I
found
That Hunger – was a way
Of ⁺ persons Outside Windows –
The entering – takes away –

 

+ Things  + to earn  + Creatures –