This — is the land — the Sunset washes –

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 like Orioles!

Emily Dickinson

Trading ships disappear with the Sun upon Horizons

This is the land that the Sunset washes –
These are the Banks of the Yellow Sea –
Where the Sun rose — or where the Sun dashes to–
These are the Western Mystery!
Night after Night
Her purple trade
Strews the wharf with Opal Bundle –
Ships steady upon Horizons –
Sink and vanish like Orioles!