I Never Saw a Moor
I never saw a moor;
I never saw the sea,
Yet know I 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.
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Read The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett
See Chapter III - "Across the Moor"