Give me hunger, <br />O you gods that sit and give <br />The world its orders. <br />Give me hunger, pain and want, <br />Shut me out with shame and failure <br />From your doors of gold and fame, <br />Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger! <br /> <br />But leave me a little love, <br />A voice to speak to me in the day end, <br />A hand to touch me in the dark room <br />Breaking the long loneliness. <br />In the dusk of day-shapes <br />Blurring the sunset, <br />One little wandering, western star <br />Thrust out from the changing shores of shadow. <br />Let me go to the window, <br />Watch there the day-shapes of dusk <br />And wait and know the coming <br />Of a little love.<br /><br />Carl Sandburg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-a-window/
