Emily Dickinson
Good morning—Midnight!
I'm coming home,
Day—got tired of me—
How could I—of him?
Sunshine was a sweet place—
I liked to stay—
But Morn—didn't want me—now—
So good night—Day!
I can look—can’t I—
When the East is Red?
The Hills—have a way—then—
That puts the Heart—abroad—
You are not so fair—Midnight—
I chose—Day—
But—please take a little Girl—
He turned away!
