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.