Back again

Is there more than one of you?
Of course there's not; it isn't true.
But the name is yours, and his words
remind me of the warbling birds.
So much like you in many ways--
reminding me of early days
when you would write so many things
about yourself to me;
How long ago it seems,
but now you're back again.
Not really,
though for all the world
you remind me of him.
No, that isn't true.
He reminds me of you.

I sing to use the waiting

I sing to use the waiting,
My bonnet but to tie,
And shut the door unto my house:
No more to do have I,

Till, his best step approaching,
We journey to the day,
And tell each other how we sang
To keep the dark away.

--Emily Dickinson