Longing…

 

I envy seas whereon he rides,
  I envy spokes of wheels
Of chariots that him convey,
  I ency 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 eaes,

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.

 

by Emily Dickinson

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