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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-