Whose Are The Little Beds, I Asked
Emily Dickinson
142 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? ’Tis Daisy, in the shortest— A little further on— Nearest the door—to wake the Ist— Little Leontoden. ’Tis Iris, Sir, and Aster— Anemone, and Bell— Bartsia, 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 bedtime ’tis, she said— The Bumble bees will wake them When April woods are red.
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