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WAKE, WAKE MY SLEEPING HUNGER, WAKE!

When tables large of earth and moon and meteors,Of brooks and rills, of shining ether oreAre laid with wondrous One Nectar,Stolen from nature’s nooks by lars,—Do thou thy sullen sleep forsake;—Wake, wake my sleeping Hunger, wake!
Through diverse paths of aeons thou hast cried,For a morsel of manna begged and tried;But now thou sleepest, dazed and tired, on leerUndried lie drops of fresh-wept tearsWhile nectar touches thy lips,—partake,—Wake, wake my sleeping Hunger, wake!
This unquenched hunger old of mineDid eat all food and yet did pine,—Was starved with surfeit and it soughtHow might its yearn’d-for food be got.

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