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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.