 | [Poems by Piatt in] The Children Out-of-doors |  |
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TWO SISTERS.
They were two sisters, twins of a sweet mother,Who gave to everything their wandering gladness,
Wreathing their infant arms about each other,—
Charmed with quick light each shadow-shape of sadness.
Now, having gathered childhood's blossoming years
Into their hearts, the one, ofttimes, alone,
Wears on her face high music of far spheres,
Into the still night's holy silence grown:
Angels of Heaven white-winged walk through her soul.
—Dancing her way, the other, breaking through
That starry atmosphere, with bright control,
Shows her the fairy people of moon and dew.
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The wild-bee haunts; with her the brook is mated,—
Look, how she chases new-flowered butterflies,
Laughs like the brook and shakes her wind-caught hair;
Or, blowing bubbles, hails them worlds created,
Peopled with her gay thoughts, their suns her happy eyes!
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