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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON AN INFANT WHICH DIED BEFORE BAPTISM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE VERSES TO MR. C by ALEXANDER POPE A GENTLE ECHO ON WOMAN (IN THE DORIC MANNER) by JONATHAN SWIFT IF I ONLY WAS THE FELLOW by WILL S. ADKIN SONNET: GHOSTS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH VERSES DESIGNED TO BE SENT TO MR. ADAMS by ELIZABETH FRANCES AMHERST |