Emily Dickinson

One Sister Have I In Our House

poem 14

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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