498 <br /> <br />I envy Seas, whereon He rides— <br />I envy Spokes of Wheels <br />Of Chariots, that Him convey— <br />I envy Crooked Hills <br /> <br />That gaze upon His journey— <br />How easy All can see <br />What is forbidden utterly <br />As Heaven—unto me! <br /> <br />I envy Nests of Sparrows— <br />That dot His distant Eaves— <br />The wealthy Fly, upon His Pane— <br />The happy—happy Leaves— <br /> <br />That just abroad His Window <br />Have Summer's leave to play— <br />The Ear Rings of Pizarro <br />Could not obtain for me— <br /> <br />I envy Light—that wakes Him— <br />And Bells—that boldly ring <br />To tell Him it is Noon, abroad— <br />Myself—be Noon to Him— <br /> <br />Yet interdict—my Blossom— <br />And abrogate—my Bee— <br />Lest Noon in Everlasting Night— <br />Drop Gabriel—and Me—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-envy-seas-whereon-he-rides/
