Emily Dickinson (183086). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part Two: Nature
LXVIII
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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. | |
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| As children caper when they wake, | 5 |
| Merry that it is morn, | |
| My flowers from a hundred cribs | |
| Will peep, and prance again. | |
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