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Emily Dickinson's Collected Poems

Part Three: Nature 68. As children bid the guest good-night

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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