History & Politics
We never know how high we are
History & Politics
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.
Cite this poem
MLA
Dickinson, Emily. “We never know how high we are.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/dickinson/294/.
Chicago
Dickinson, Emily. “We never know how high we are.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/dickinson/294/.
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