Poem

The Sea Of Sunset

by Emily Dickinson

1830-1886

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.