The speaker is caught in a moment so rich she pleads with it to linger, wanting to drink it in completely. She’s suddenly aware of what abundance feels like, and the painful flipside hits her at once: once you’ve known this fullness, future hunger will feel far worse. The old starvation was bearable because she didn’t know what she was missing; now she does. To explain that difference, she reaches for a stark image—a condemned person being led to the gallows under a bright morning sky. That daylight, usually full of promise, only deepens the agony of what’s being lost. The whole poem trembles between ecstasy and a kind of devastated clarity. The mood is intense and breathless, as if the speaker is trying to sear the joy into memory, already bracing for the emptiness that will follow.
Oh Sumptuous moment — Summary
Oh Sumptuous moment Slower go That I may gloat on thee -- 'Twill never be the same to starve Now I abundance see --
Which was to famish, then or now -- The difference of Day Ask him unto the Gallows led -- With morning in the sky --