by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)

This is the land the sunset washes
Language: English 
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]1.

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