We never know how high we are (1176) by Emily Dickinson

We never know how high we are (1176)

Emily Dickinson 1830 – 1886

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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