[God gave a Loaf to every Bird —]

God gave a Loaf to every Bird—

But just a Crumb— to Me—

I dare not

eat it— thơ

I starve—

My poignant luxury—

To own it— touch it—

Prove the feat— that made

the Pellet mine—

Too happy— for my Sparrow’s 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—

This poem appeared in a book by Emily Dickinson.

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10.09.2026

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