Emily Dickinson Poem #498

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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