941 <br /> <br />The Lady feeds Her little Bird <br />At rarer intervals— <br />The little Bird would not dissent <br />But meekly recognize <br /> <br />The Gulf between the Hand and Her <br />And crumbless and afar <br />And fainting, on Her yellow Knee <br />Fall softly, and adore—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lady-feeds-her-little-bird/
