Three Weeks passed since I had seen Her --

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Three Weeks passed since I had seen Her --
Some Disease had vext
'Twas with Text and Village Singing
I beheld Her next

And a Company -- our pleasure
To discourse alone --
Gracious now to me as any --
Gracious unto none --

Borne without dissent of Either
To the Parish night --
Of the Separated Parties
Which be out of sight?

© Emily Dickinson