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POEMS. 95
��XXI. LONGING.
T 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.
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