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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 –

ca. 1862