Tuesday 7 January 2014

We never know how high we are (1176), by Emily Dickinson

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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