I never saw a moor, <br />I never saw the sea; <br />Yet now I know how the heather looks, <br />And what a wave must be. <br /> <br />I never spoke with God, <br />Nor visited in Heaven; <br />Yet certain am I of the spot <br />As if the chart were given.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chartless/
