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 — … - Emily Dickinson
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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 Elizabeth Dickinson (December 10, 1830 – May 15, 1886) was an American poet. Virtually unknown in her lifetime, Dickinson has come to be regarded as one of the greatest American poets of the 19th century. Although she wrote (at latest count) 1789 poems, only a few of them were published in her lifetime, all anonymously, and some perhaps without her knowledge.
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Are nothing to the bee; His separation from his rose To him seems misery.
Upon the gallows hung a wretch, Too sullied for the hell To which the law entitled him. As nature’s curtain fell The one who bore him tottered in, For this was woman’s son. “’T was all I had,” she stricken gasped; Oh, what a livid boon!
