I HAD BEEN HUNGRY -Emily Dickinson

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 dining-room

The plenty hurt me,'twas so new,-
Myself felt ill and odd,
As berry of a mountain bush
Transplanted to the road.

Nor I was hungry; so I found
That hunger was away
Of persons outside windows,
The entering takes away.