Poem by Sara Teasdale

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.

1. On the Dunes
2. Spray
3. If Death Is Kind
4. Winter Dusk
5. The Unchanging

Marjorie Pickthall Thoughts ("I gave my thoughts a golden peach")

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