133 <br /> <br />As Children bid the Guest "Good Night" <br />And then reluctant turn— <br />My flowers raise their pretty lips— <br />Then put their nightgowns on. <br /> <br />As children caper when they wake <br />Merry that it is Morn— <br />My flowers from a hundred cribs <br />Will peep, and prance again.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-children-bid-the-guest/
