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 Someone 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.