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, lone, I looked in windows, for the wealth I could not hope to own. I did not know the ample bread, 'Twas so unlike the crumb The birds and I had often shared In Nature's diningroom. The plenty hurt me, 'twas 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.

Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.

An ear can break a human heart As quickly as a spear, We wish the ear had not a heart So dangerously near.

You cannot put a fire out! A thing that can ignite can go itself- without a flame- E'en through the darkest night!

That no Flake of [snow] fall on you or them - is a wish that would be a Prayer, were Emily not a Pagan.

Love can do all but raise the Dead I doubt if even that From such a giant were withheld Were flesh equivalent But love is tired and must sleep, And hungry and must graze And so abets the shining Fleet Till it is out of gaze.

I would like more sisters, that the taking out of one, might not leave such stillness.