Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

The Sea of Sunset

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.

1. Our Journey Had Advanced
2. We Learned the Whole of Love
3. Doom is the House without the Door
4. I Send Two Sunsets
5. Should You but Fail at — Sea

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