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.