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I envy seas whereon he rides, / I envy spokes of wheels / Of chariots that him convey, / I envy 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 eaves, / 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.