Emily Dickinson Museum

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!

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