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Lyric Poem · Nature

One Sister have I in our house

by Emily Dickinson

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!

This poem is in the public domain.

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