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The child is reading a poem, selected by Aunt Rose. It is an untitled Emily Dickinson poem (Poem Number 133, published in 1890, from the Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson, Edited by Thomas H. Johnson). |
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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. - - Emily Dickinson |
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