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
By Emily Dickinson
Sunday, September 13, 2009
The Sea of Sunset
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1 comment:
That sky is amazing!
Beautiful poem too!
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