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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 I came —
And wore my last years 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.

-Emily Dickinson-