Poems by Emily Dickinson: XVII ("As children")
Updated May 6, 2020 |
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XVII
As children bid the guest good-night,
And then reluctant turn,
My flowers raise their pretty lips,
Then put their nightgowns on.
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.
Merry that it is morn,
My flowers from a hundred cribs
Will peep, and prance again.
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