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Most she touched me
by her muteness –
Most she won me by
the way
She presented her small
figure –
Plea itself – for Charity –

Were a Crumb my whole
possession –
Were there famine in
the land –
Were it my resource
from starving –
Could I such a +plea + face
withstand –

Not opon her knee to thank
me
Sank +this  + the  Beggar from
the Sky –

 ¦
But the Crumb partook –
departed –
And returned on High –

I supposed – when sudden
Such a Praise began
′Twas as Space sat singing
To herself – and men –

′Twas the Winged Beggar –
Afterward I learned
To her Benefactor
+Making  Gratitude + paying