Poems (Dickinson)/As children bid the guest good-night

by Emily Dickinson

For other versions of this work, see As Children bid the Guest "Good Night".

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.