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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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
OMG I love this poem. So beautiful and true.