George Sterling

(1869-1926 / United States)

The First Food

Mother, in some sad evening long ago,
   From thy young breast my groping lips were taken,
   Their hunger stilled, so soon again to waken,
But nevermore that holy food to know.

Ah! nevermore! for all the child might crave!
   Ah! nevermore! through years unkind and dreary!
   Often of other fare my lips are weary,
Unwearied once of what thy bosom gave.

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