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.