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–

Emily Dickinson was born in 1830 in Amherst, Massachusetts. She wrote nearly 1,800 poems during her lifetime. The first volume of her work was published posthumously in 1890 and the last in 1955. She died in

Amherst in 1886.