The Lady feeds Her little Bird

The Lady feeds Her little Bird
At rarer intervals –
The little Bird would not dissent
But meekly recognize

The Gulf between the Hand and Her
And crumbless and afar
And fainting, on Her yellow Knee
Fall softly, and adore –

Emily Dickinson

It kills to feed too much!

The Lady feeds Her little Bird
At frequenter intervals –
The little Bird would not turn down
But humbly see

The Distance between the Lady’s Hand and Her claw
And all eaten and afar
And fainting, on Her yellow Knee
Fall softly, and adore the Lady–