Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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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.

1. So Bashful When I Spied Her
2. I Shall Know Why, When Time Is Over
3. The Bee
4. A Day
5. Indian Summer

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