Chartless by Emily Dickinson |
I NEVER saw a moor, | |
I never saw the sea; | |
Yet now I know how the heather looks, | |
And what a wave must be. | |
I never spoke with God, | 5 |
Nor visited in Heaven; | |
Yet certain am I of the spot | |
As if the chart were given. |
*The oral quiz is due by tomorrow for all 7 & 8 grade students.
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