One Sister have I in our house by Emily Dickinson

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 way that I came -
And wore my past 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!