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.
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.
