I had been hungry all the years:

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,        5
When turning, hungry, lone,   
I looked in windows, for the wealth   
I could not hope to own.   
 
I did not know the ample bread,   
’T was so unlike the crumb                10
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             15
Transplanted to the road.   
 
Nor was I hungry; so I found   
That hunger was a way   
Of persons outside windows,   
The entering takes away.                  20