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 —
by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)
