Who has not found the Heaven — below — Will fail of it above — - 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 -

I have written you a great many letters since you left me — not the kind of letters that go in post-offices — and ride in mail-bags — but queer — little silent ones — very full of affection — and full of confidence — but wanting in proof to you — therefore not valid — somehow you will not answer them — and you would paper, and ink letters — I will try one of those — tho' not half so precious as the other kind. I have written those at night — when the rest of the world were at sleep — when only God came between us — and no one else might hear.

If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain ;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.