Emily Dickinson (1830–86).

Very rarely it happens that we admire at the writings of some people and relate ourselves to it, often we are inspired by it..

My personal favouriates include :
Robert Frost.
Alecksander Blok.
"and a woman, yes a woman"
Emily Dickinson, she is one such poetess.

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Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.
Part Three: LoveXXXIX
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When roses cease to bloom, dear
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WHEN roses cease to bloom, dear,
And violets are done,
When bumble-bees in solemn flight
Have passed beyond the sun,

The hand that paused to gather
Upon this summer’s day
Will idle lie, in Auburn,—
Then take my flower, pray!
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Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.
Part Three: LoveXXXIX
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“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 speechless hills
That gaze upon his journey; 5

How easy all can see
What is forbidden utterly
As heaven, unto me!
I envy nests of sparrows
That dot his distant eaves, 10

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 15

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, 20

Yet interdict my blossom
And abrogate my bee,
Lest noon in everlasting night
Drop Gabriel and me.
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Both of them dedicated to you tiger, just what I wish to say is said by her in her poem "I envy"
The title has a link to her greatest works.