Feast by Edna St. Vincent Millay — Read

I drank at every vine.

/ The last was like the first.

I came upon no wine / So wonderful as thirst.

I gnawed at every root.

/ I ate of every plant.

I came upon no fruit / So wonderful as want.

Feed the grape and bean / To the vintner and monger;

I will lie down lean / With my thirst and my hunger.