Flame and Shadow/Thoughts

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THOUGHTS

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.