The Sea Of Sunset
by Emily Dickinson
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.
Little, Brown, And Company, Boston