text: Give me hunger,
  O you gods that sit and give
  The world its orders.
  Give me hunger, pain and want,
  Shut me out with shame and failure
  From your doors of gold and fame,
  Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger!
  
  But leave me a little love,
  A voice to speak to me in the day end,
  A hand to touch me in the dark room
  Breaking the long loneliness.
  In the dusk of day-shapes
  Blurring the sunset,
  One little wandering, western star
  Thrust out from the changing shores of shadow.
  Let me go to the window,
  Watch there the day-shapes of dusk
  And wait and know the coming
  Of a little love.