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We never know how high we are

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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Emily Dickinson

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (December 10, 1830 – May 15, 1886) was an American poet. Little known during her life, she has since been regarded as …

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