I envy Seas, whereon He rides by Emily Dickinson
I envy Seas, whereon He rides -- I envy Spokes of Wheels Of Chariots, that Him convey -- I envy Crooked Hills
That gaze upon His journey -- How easy All can see What is forbidden utterly As Heaven -- unto me!
I envy Nests of Sparrows -- That dot His distant Eaves -- The wealthy Fly, upon His Pane -- The happy -- happy Leaves --
That just abroad His Window Have Summer's leave to play -- The Ear Rings of Pizarro Could not obtain for me --
I envy Light -- that wakes Him -- And Bells -- that boldly ring To tell Him it is Noon, abroad -- Myself -- be Noon to Him --
Yet interdict -- my Blossom -- And abrogate -- my Bee -- Lest Noon in Everlasting Night -- Drop Gabriel -- and Me --
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