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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 – Goodnight – 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!
(Emily Dickinson)
More Poetry from Emily Dickinson:
- Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- Sic transit gloria mundi (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- I cannot live with You (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- The Wind begun to knead the Grass (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- One Year ago-jots what? (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- Your Riches - taugh (Emily Dickinson Poems)