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Emily Dickinson - The Sleeping Flowers
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"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 further 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,
She rocked and gently smiled,
Humming the quaintest lullaby
That ever soothed a child.

"Hush! Epigea wakens!
The crocus stirs her hood, -- 
Rhodora`s cheek is crimson,
She`s dreaming of the wood."

Then turning from them, reverent,
"Their bedtime `t is," she said;
"The bumblebees will wake them
When April woods are red."
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