Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

This Is The Land The Sunset Washes, - Poem 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.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 15, 2001

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