Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered through the village, Sauntered as soft away! So unsuspected viol… - Emily Dickinson

I never saw a Moor -
I never saw the Sea -
Yet know I how the Heather looks

And what a Billow be.
I never spoke with God
Nor visited in Heaven -
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the Checks were given -

A charm invests a face
Imperfectly beheld, — The lady dare not lift her veil
For fear it be dispelled.

But peers beyond her mesh,
And wishes, and denies, — Lest interview annul a want
That image satisfies.

Exultation is the going
Of an inland soul to sea
Past the houses, past the headlands
Into deep eternity!
Bred as we, among the mountains
Can the sailor understand
The divine intoxication
Of the first league out from land?