I never saw a moor;
I never saw a sea;
Yet know I 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.
Emily Dickinson

Posted in Poem, tagged Christian Poetry, Poem by Emily Dickinson on August 1, 2019|
I never saw a moor;
I never saw a sea;
Yet know I 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.
Emily Dickinson
