Emily Dickinson

As Children Bid The Guest Good Night

poem 133

As Children bid the Guest Good Night And then reluctant turn My flowers raise their pretty lips Then put their nightgowns on. As children caper when they wake Merry that it is Morn My flowers from a hundred cribs Will peep, and prance again.

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