The Sea of Sunset

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XIII. THE SEA OF SUNSET.

This is the land the sunset washes,
These are the banks of the Yellow Sea ;
Where it rose, or whither it rushes,
These are the western mystery !

Night after night her purple traffic
Strews the landing with opal bales ;
Merchantmen poise upon horizons,
Dip, and vanish with fairy sails.


 
from Poems by Emily Dickinson (1890)

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