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 –

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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!

Emilie –