Chartless Published January 23, 2018 by suprusr 0 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, Nor visited in Heaven; Yet certain am I of the spot As if the chart were given. Related posts: I Never Saw a Moor Did Our Best Moment last Twas such a little-little boat It sifts from Leaden Sieves suprusr Published in Poems
