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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 92 of 446 · First Series: Time and Eternity

Poem 17

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I never saw a moor,
I never saw the 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.

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