I drank at every vine. <br />The last was like the first. <br />I came upon no wine <br />So wonderful as thirst. <br /> <br />I gnawed at every root. <br />I ate of every plant. <br />I came upon no fruit <br />So wonderful as want. <br /> <br />Feed the grape and bean <br />To the vintner and monger: <br />I will lie down lean <br />With my thirst and my hunger.<br /><br />Edna St. Vincent Millay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/feast-2/
