Emily Dickinson Stayed Here

Well, we wish she had.  and If she had, I think she would have liked it here…

 As children bid the guest good-night,
     And the 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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