As children bid the guest good-night,
And then reluctant turn,
My flowers raise their pretty lips,
Then put their nightgowns on.
As children leap when they wake,
Merry that it is morn,
My flowers from a hundred cribs
Will peep, and prance again.
Emily Dickinson
Answer is: moonflower
As children tell the guest good-night.
And then return reluctantly,
My flowers open their pretty lips,
Then wear nightgowns.
As children leap when they wake,
Happy that it is morn,
My flowers will peep
From many beds, and leap again.
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