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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 like Orioles!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful watch on the yellow sea....a special way of thinking is Emily's way