Emily Dickinson - 1830-1886 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, Built 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; And 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!There is a sister and sister-in-law at home, one person is the same bloodline Cardamom is no longer in the bushes, without skirts, and slender jades are intertwined for thousands of miles, year after year, between the fingers, the flowers linger, the butterflies, the autumn waves, the violets in the eyelashes, how many May leisurely flick the dew marks, and the morning is left to the stars Point only this one into the eyes of Su until the vicissitudes of life
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