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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
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
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