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Longing.

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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.

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