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   Chapter 197 THE SLEEPING FLOWERS.

Poems by Emily Dickinson, Three Series, Complete By Emily Dickinson Characters: 890

Updated: 2017-12-01 00:03


"Whose are the little beds," I asked,

"Which in the valleys lie?"

Some shook their heads, and others smiled,

And no one made reply.

"Perhaps they did not hear," I said;

"I will inquire again.

Whose are the beds, the tiny beds

So thick upon the plain?"

"'T is daisy in the shortest;

A little farther on,

Nearest the door to wake the first,

Little leontodon.

"'T is iris, sir, and aster,

Anemone and bell,

Batschia in the blanket red,

And chubby daffodil."

Meanwhile at many cradles

Her busy foot she plied,

Humming the quaintest lullaby

That ever rocked a child.

"Hush! Epigea wakens! -

The crocus stirs her lids,

Rhodora's cheek is crimson, -

She's dreaming of the woods."

Then, turning from them, reverent,

"Their bed-time 't is," she said;

"The bumble-bees will wake them

When April woods are red."

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