Feast

 I drank at every vine.

The last was like the first.

I came upon no wine
So wonderful as thirst.


I gnawed at every root.

I ate of every plant.

I came upon no fruit
So wonderful as want.


Feed the grape and bean
To the vintner and monger:
I will lie down lean
With my thirst and my hunger.

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