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Poemsby Emily Dickinson

Longing

 I envy seas whereon he rides,
I envy spokes of wheels
Of chariots that him convey,
I envy speechless 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 be,
The earrings 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 his noon could bring,
 Yet interdict my blossom
And abrogate my bee,
Lest noon in everlasting night
Drop Gabriel and me.