I Envy Seas, Whereon He Rides, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

I Envy Seas, Whereon He Rides

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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—

Yet interdict—my Blossom—

And abrogate—my Bee—

Lest Noon in Everlasting Night—

Drop Gabriel—and Me—

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