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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SUBALTERNS by THOMAS HARDY LINES WRITTEN ON THE DEATH OF MRS. HEMANS by MARIA ABDY A SONG: REVENGE AGAINST CYNTHIA by PHILIP AYRES PSALM 93 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE DOMINUS VINAEAE; SPIRITUS AGRICOLA by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH SELENE by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH THE KAKEMONO by JESSIE GODDARD BROMAN |