| Carl Sandburg (1878–1967). Chicago Poems. 1916. |
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| 89. At a Window |
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| 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 | 5 |
| From your doors of gold and fame, | |
| Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger! | |
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| 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 | 10 |
| 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. | 15 |
| Let me go to the window, | |
| Watch there the day-shapes of dusk | |
| And wait and know the coming | |
| Of a little love. | |
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