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

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I envy Seas, whereon He rides