Three Weeks Passed Since I Had Seen Her, By Emily Dickinson

    Three weeks passed since I had seen her, —
    Some disease had vexed;
    ‘T was 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 people
    Which are out of sight?