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 did'nt want me now
So Goodnight Day!
I can look cant 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