When I am all alone
           Envy me most,
Then my thoughts flutter round me
           In a glimmering host;
Some dressed in silver,
           Some dressed in white,
Each like a taper
           Blossoming light;
Most of them merry,
           Some of them grave,
Each of them lithe
           As willows that wave;
Some bearing violets,
           Some bearing bay,
One with a burning rose
           Hidden away—
When I am all alone
           Envy me then,
For I have better friends
           Than women and men.