Soggy doughnut

And my heart lay like a sodden, soggy doughnut in my breast.
This way and that way streamed multitudes,  that gayly passed me by;
Not one in all the crowd knew me, and not a one knew I. 
"Oh for a touch of home!" I sighed; "Oh for a friendly face!"
Oh for a hearty hand-clasp in this teaming, desert place!"

Eugene Field