Sara Teasdale - Thoughts

Sara Teasdale - Thoughts

When I am all alone br Envy me most, br Then my thoughts flutter round me br In a glimmering host; br br Some dressed in silver, br Some dressed in white, br Each like a taper br Blossoming light; br br Most of them merry, br Some of them grave, br Each of them lithe br As willows that wave; br br Some bearing violets, br Some bearing bay, br One with a burning rose br Hidden away -- br br When I am all alone br Envy me then, br For I have better friends br Than women and men.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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