I had been hungry, all the Years -- by Emily Dickinson
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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