Emily Dickinson (183086). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part Two: Nature
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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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| Night after night her purple traffic | 5 |
| Strews the landing with opal bales; | |
| Merchantmen poise upon horizons, | |
| Dip, and vanish with fairy sails. | |
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