We never know how high we are (1176) by Emily Dickinson
We never know how high we are Emily Dickinson 1830 – 1886 We never know how high we are Till we are called to rise;And then, if we are true to plan, Our statures touch the skies—The Heroism we recite Would be a daily thing,Did not ourselves the Cubits warp For fear to be a King—
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