I never saw a moor,
I never saw the sea;
Yet now I know how the heather looks,
And what a wave must be.
I never spoke with God,
Nor visited in Heaven;
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the chart were given.
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- The Brain—is Wider Than The Sky
- An English Breeze
- For Each Ecstatic Instant
- Bird
- A Thought Went Up My Mind To-Day