I had been hungry all the years

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 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

as berry of a mountain bush

transplanted to the road



nor was i hungry

so i felt

that hunger was a way

of persons outside windows

the entering takes away

of persons outside windows

that the entering takes away