Ela Orleans Better Friends
When I'm 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 married
Some of them grave
Each of them lithe
As willows that wave
Some dressed in silver
Some dressed in white
Each like a taper
Blossoming light
Some bearing violets
Some bearing bay
One with a burning rose
Hidden away
When I'm all alone
Envy me then
For I have better friends
Than women and men