Thoughts

    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.