A Place Called Morning

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