When I am all alone
Then my thoughts flutter around me
In 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
Sara Teasdale
Category: Poetry