We never know how high we are is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson.
We never know how high we are
We never know how high we are
Till we are asked to rise
And then if we are true to plan
Our statures touch the skies —The Heroism we recite
Would be a normal thing
Did not ourselves the Cubits warp
For fear to be a King —
Till we are asked to rise
And then if we are true to plan
Our statures touch the skies —The Heroism we recite
Would be a normal thing
Did not ourselves the Cubits warp
For fear to be a King —