Little green devil

Envy; that little devil. Slips into your skin when you least expect it. Settles in behind your eyes and casts a golden glow on everything in the world, setting you gaping after people with things that you, in your sane moments, want no part of; a permanent job, stiletto-heeled shoes, a poem with the word "barbeque" in it. More destructive than jealously, envy not only wants what others have, and wants those who have the wanted things not to have them. Hoooo hoarder.

Today's Dickinsonian oracle, what do you have to say about envy?

This is a Blossom of the Brain -
A small - italic Seed
Lodged by Design or Happening
The Spirit fructified -
(E. Dickinson, from 1112)