11.19.07

We Never Know How High We Are

Publicado em Poesia às 7:33 pm por Christie

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