The winged beggar

Most she touched me by her muteness -

Most she won me by the way

She presented her small figure -

Plea itself - for Charity -

Were a Crumb my whole possession -

Were there famine in the land -

Were it my resource from starving -

Could I such a plea withstand -

Not upon her knee to thank me

Sank this Beggar from the Sky -

But the Crumb partook - departed -

And returned On High -

I supposed - when sudden

Such a Praise began

'Twas as Space sat singing

To herself - and men -

'Twas the Winged Beggar -

Afterward I learned

To her Benefactor

Making Gratitude