The Sailor cannot see the North, but knows the Needle can.

"I smile when you suggest that I delay 'to publish' - that being foreign to my thought, as Firmament to fin.

If fame belonged to me, I could not excape her - if she did not, the longest day would pass me on the chase - and the approbation of my Dog, would forsake me - then. My Barefoot Rank is better.

You think my gait 'spasmodic.' I am in danger, Sir.

You think me 'uncontrolled.' I have no Tribunal. . . .

The Sailor cannot see the North, but knows the Needle can."

Emily Dickinson to Thomas Wentworth Higginson

June 7, 1862