Poems by Emily Dickinson: XVII ("As children")

Updated May 6, 2020 | Infoplease Staff
by EmilyDickinson
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XVIII

XVII

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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