vendredi 13 mars 2015

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