One Sister Have I In Our House
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One Sister have I in our house,
And one, a hedge away.
There's only one recorded,
But both belong to me.
One came the road that I came-
And wore my last year's gown-
The other, as a bird her nest,
Builded our hearts among.
She did not sing as we did-
It was a different tune-
Herself to her a music
As Bumble bee of June.
Today is far from Childhood-
But up and down the hills
I held her hand the tighter-
Which shortened all the miles-
And still her hum
The years among,
Deceives the Butterfly;
Still in her Eye
The Violets lie
Mouldered this many May.
I spilt the dew-
But took the morn-
I chose this single star
From out the wide night's numbers-
Sue-forevermore!
Emily Dickinson
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