Letra de A Place Called Morning
A PLACE CALLED MORNING I've never seen a moor, I've never seen the sea, Yet know I how the heather looks Ande what a billow be.I never spoke with God, Nor visited him in Heaven, Yet certain am I of the spot As if the charts were given.Will there really be a "Morning"? Is there such a thing as "Day"? Could I see it from the mountains If I were as tall as they?Has it feet like water lilies? Has it feathers like a bird? Is it brought from famous countries Of wich I've never heard?Oh some scholar, oh some sailor, Oh some wise man from the skies, Please to tell a little pilgrim Where a place called "Morning" lies.Emily Dickinson