I envy Seas, whereon He rides—

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 —