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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 3, Poema 17
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.
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