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—
