Poems (Dickinson)/The Sea of Sunset

by Emily Dickinson

For other versions of this work, see This—is the land—the Sunset washes—.

XIII.

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.