266 <br /> <br />This—is the land—the Sunset washes— <br />These—are the Banks of the Yellow Sea— <br />Where it rose—or whither it rushes— <br />These—are the Western Mystery! <br /> <br />Night after Night <br />Her purple traffic <br />Strews the landing with Opal Bales— <br />Merchantmen—poise upon Horizons— <br />Dip—and vanish like Orioles!<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-mdash-is-the-land-mdash-the-sunset-washes/
