la tendresse du poulpe

this is the land the sunset washes

This is the land the sunset washes,

Theses 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 
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