Sara Teasdale - Thoughts lyrics

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.