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Poems by Emily Dickinson, Third Series

XIV.

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ASPIRATION.

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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