The Sea of Sunset

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)
Psalm of the Day	Purple Clover

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