Emily Elizabeth Dickinson


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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 skiesó  
   
The Heroism we recite
  Would be a daily thing,  
Did not ourselves the Cubits warp  
  For fear to be a Kingó






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