A PLACE CALLED MORNING

I've never seen a moor,

I've never seen the sea,

Yet know I how the heather looks

Ande what a billow be.

I never spoke with God,

Nor visited him in Heaven,

Yet certain am I of the spot

As if the charts were given.

Will there really be a "Morning"?

Is there such a thing as "Day"?

Could I see it from the mountains

If I were as tall as they?

Has it feet like water lilies?

Has it feathers like a bird?

Is it brought from famous countries

Of wich I've never heard?

Oh some scholar, oh some sailor,

Oh some wise man from the skies,

Please to tell a little pilgrim

Where a place called "Morning" lies.

Emily Dickinson