Aspiration

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Title:     Aspiration
Author: Emily Dickinson [More Titles by Dickinson]

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.

[The end]
Emily Dickinson's poem: Aspiration

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