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 POEMS. 95

��XXI. LONGING.

T ENVY seas whereon he rides, Of chariots that him convey, I envy speechless hills
 * - I envy spokes of wheels

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 be,

The earrings of Pizarro Could not obtain for me.

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