EMILY MONDAY…A DAY LATE

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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 —