Asap 99 read emily dickinson's "as children bid the guest good-night" and reread wordsworth's "i wandered lonely as a cloud." 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. i wandered lonely as a cloud that floats on high o’er vales and hills, when all at once i saw a crowd,— a host of golden daffodils beside the lake, beneath the trees, fluttering and dancing in the breeze. continuous as the stars that shine and twinkle on the milky way, they stretched in never-ending line along the margin of a bay: ten thousand saw i, at a glance, tossing their heads in sprightly dance. the waves beside them