Author Richard Crashaw See here an easie Feast that knowes no wound, That under Hungers Teeth will needs be sound: A subtle Harvest of unbounded bread, What would ye more? Here food it selfe is fed. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments