Emily Dickinson

Ourselves Were Wed One Summer dear

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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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