Good Morning Midnight by 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 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!