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.