"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.

 

from Poems by Emily Dickinson (1890)
"Presentiment is not long shadow"	"Angels in the early morning"

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