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We never know how high we are

by Emily Dickinson, 1890

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.

Published in Poems by Emily Dickinson: Third Series
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