As Children Bid the Guest “Good Night”, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

As Children Bid the Guest “Good Night”

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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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