What does this poem by Emily Dickinson mean?

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