God gave a loaf to every bird
By Emily Dickinson
God gave a
loaf to every
bird,
But just a
crumb to me;
I dare not eat it, though I
starve,--
My
poignant luxury
To own it, touch it, prove the feat
That made the
pellet mine,--
Too happy in my
sparrow chance
For ampler
coveting.
It might be
famine all around,
I could not miss an
ear,
Such plenty
smiles upon my
board,
My garner shows so fair.
I wonder how the
rich may feel,--
An
Indiaman--an
Earl?
I deem that I with but a crumb
Am
sovereign of them all.