Treasure Island

Sara Teasdale

(8 August 1884 – 29 January 1933 / Missouri)

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.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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  • Valerie Brogan (1/17/2005 9:53:00 AM)

    If I had to be marooned with only one book of poetry it is the works of Sarah Teasdale I would choose as my companion. (Report) Reply

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