Emily Dickinson

Good Morning Midnight

poem 425

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!

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