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.
By Emily Dickinson
Photo courteous of: QT Luong