Ourselves were wed one summer -- dear -- by Emily Dickinson
Ourselves were wed one summer -- dear -- Your Vision -- was in June -- And when Your little Lifetime failed, I wearied -- too -- of mine --
And overtaken in the Dark -- Where You had put me down -- By Some one carrying a Light -- I -- too -- received the Sign.
'Tis true -- Our Futures different lay -- Your Cottage -- faced the sun -- While Oceans -- and the North must be -- On every side of mine
'Tis true, Your Garden led the Bloom, For mine -- in Frosts -- was sown -- And yet, one Summer, we were Queens -- But You -- were crowned in June --
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