I HAVE been hungry all my days -- (Oh, when shall I be fed?) They saw my pinched and wistful gaze, And some there were gave wine and bread, And some gave love and praise. I was as hungry as before -- (Oh, when shall I be fed?) Good souls! they shared their choicest store, Another had been surfeited -- I did but hunger more. I am an ingrate in all eyes -- (Oh, when shall I be fed?) From their best feasts I famished rise, I dream of tables ampler spread -- O tables of the skies! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE IN BLACK AND WHITE by KAREN SWENSON AMERICA TO GREAT BRITAIN by WASHINGTON ALLSTON SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 14. OVER THE COFFIN by THOMAS HARDY ON A CHILD by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 7 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE SPROUTING BOARD by AL-ISRA'ILI LINES TO MR. WYNCH ON HIS FORTH-FIFTH BIRTHDAY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD TO MARY; OCCASIONED BY HER HAVING ENGRAVED ON A SEAL 'FORGET ME NOT' by BERNARD BARTON |