I never saw a moor;
I never saw the sea,
Yet know I how the heather looks
And what a billow be.
I never spoke with God,
Nor visited in heaven.
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the checks were given.
I never saw a moor;
I never saw the sea,
Yet know I how the heather looks
And what a billow be.
I never spoke with God,
Nor visited in heaven.
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the checks were given.
Notes
Image refers to Dickinson's "I never saw a Moor--" (now numbered #1052) as it appeared on p. 322 of Stedman's anthology; compare to the version of the poem as it now appears in collections of Dickinson.
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