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 opon
Horizons –
Dip – and vanish like
Orioles!