Overview
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…
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.
Details
- Version1.0
- UpdatedDecember 21, 2018
- Offered byruslan000
- Size1.3MiB
- LanguagesEnglish
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