The Banks of the Yellow Sea
by Emily Dickinson
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.
Photo: Sunset (California scenery). Published by L. Prang & Co., 1864. Prints and Photographs Reading Room, Library of Congress.
Composer(s): Ernst Bacon
Song(s): 1. The Banks of the Yellow Sea
2. Ancient Christmas Carol
4. No Dew Upon the Grass
5. A Clear Midnight
6. World, Take Good Notice