760 <br /> <br />Most she touched me by her muteness— <br />Most she won me by the way <br />She presented her small figure— <br />Plea itself—for Charity— <br /> <br />Were a Crumb my whole possession— <br />Were there famine in the land— <br />Were it my resource from starving— <br />Could I such a plea withstand— <br /> <br />Not upon her knee to thank me <br />Sank this Beggar from the Sky— <br />But the Crumb partook—departed— <br />And returned On High— <br /> <br />I supposed—when sudden <br />Such a Praise began <br />'Twas as Space sat singing <br />To herself—and men— <br /> <br />'Twas the Winged Beggar— <br />Afterward I learned <br />To her Benefactor <br />Making Gratitude<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/most-she-touched-me-by-her-muteness/
