This&Mdash;Is The Land&Mdash;The Sunset Washes


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 like Orioles!

by Emily Dickinson

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Wonderful watch on the yellow sea....a special way of thinking is Emily's way