Still in love with wonderful Emily Dickinson’s work! Here’s one of her nature poems:
The Sea of Sunset – Emily Dickinson
13.
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.
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