Good night, because we must by Emily Dickinson 114 Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito! Saucy, Saucy Seraph To elude me so! Father! they won't tell me, Won't you tell them to? Tags: fathernightRate this poem: Report SPAM Reviews Post review No reviews yet. Report violation Log in or register to post comments
