- I HAD been hungry, all the Years--
- My Noon had Come--to dine--
- I, trembling, drew the Table near--
- And touched the Curious Wine--
- T'was 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--
- T'was so unlike the Crumb
- The birds and I had often shared
- In Nature's Dining-Room--
- The Plenty hurt me--t'was 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--
Emily Dickinson
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