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Thisis The Landthe Sunset Washes

Emily Dickinson

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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!

(C) Emily Dickinson
01/01/2000


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