honu:
One Sister Have I In Our Houseby Emily DickinsonOne 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 musicAs Bumble bee of June.Today is far from Childhood—But up and down the hillsI held her hand the tighter—Which shortened all the miles—And still her humThe years among,Deceives the Butterfly;Still in her EyeThe Violets lieMouldered this many May.I spilt the dew—But took the morn—I chose this single starFrom out the wide night's numbers—Sue - forevermore!