We never know how high we are
We never know how high we areTill we are asked to riseAnd then if we are true to planOur statures touch the skies —
The Heroism we reciteWould be a normal thingDid not ourselves the Cubits warpFor fear to be a King —
Emily Dickinson (1830–1886)
We never know how high we areTill we are asked to riseAnd then if we are true to planOur statures touch the skies —
The Heroism we reciteWould be a normal thingDid not ourselves the Cubits warpFor fear to be a King —