Author Emily Dickinson 133 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. Tags children night child flower Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments