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