This Is The Land The Sunset Washes, Poem by Emily Dickinson

This Is The Land The Sunset Washes,

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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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* Sunprincess * 22 May 2016

.....most wonderful...love the ending ?

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Emily Dickinson

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