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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