Poemsby Emily Dickinson


 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.