XXI
Longing
I envy seas whereon he rides,I envy spokes of wheelsOf chariots that him convey,I envy speechless hills
That gaze upon his journey;How easy all can seeWhat is forbidden utterlyAs heaven, unto me!
I envy nests of sparrowsThat dot his distant eaves,The wealthy fly upon his pane,The happy, happy leaves
That just abroad his windowHave summer’s leave to be,The earrings of PizarroCould not obtain for me.
I envy light that wakes him,And bells that boldly ringTo tell him it is noon abroad,—Myself his noon could bring,
Yet interdict my blossomAnd abrogate my bee,Lest noon in everlasting nightDrop Gabriel and me.