Good Morning—midnight, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Good Morning—midnight

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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!

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