Sara Teasdale — Thoughts

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