Whole Gulfs-of Red, And Fleets-of Red
Emily Dickinson
658 Whole Gulfs—of Red, and Fleets—of Red— And Crews—of solid Blood— Did place upon the West—Tonight— As ’twere specific Ground— And They—appointed Creatures— In Authorized Arrays— Due—promptly—as a Drama— That bows—and disappears—
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