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 did play - 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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