Emily Dickinson Sunset Poems

128

Bring me the sunset in a cup,
Reckon the morning's flagons up
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415

Sunset at Night—is natural—
But Sunset on the Dawn
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552

An ignorance a Sunset
Confer upon the Eye—
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291

How the old Mountains drip with Sunset
How the Hemlocks burn—
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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!
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950

The Sunset stopped on Cottages
Where Sunset hence must be
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266

This—is the land—the Sunset washes—
These—are the Banks of the Yellow Sea—
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