Looking Westward

Worlds beyond worlds of sunset pageantry —
Wild West: the spirit with a yearning deep
Springs forth to thee! Like ripples are thy long
Low lines of violet cloud: all dreams, all hopes
Seem possible within these earthly bounds
Which heaven enrings and thy bright marge of light —
Set in cerulean circle, jewel-wise.
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