My Sister! my sweet Sister! if a name

Dearer and purer were, it should be thine.

Mountains and seas divide us, but I claim

No tears, but tenderness to answer mine:

Go where I will, to me thou art the same—

A loved regret which I would not resign.[z]

There yet are two things in my destiny,—

A world to roam through, and a home with thee.[84]