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—
19. Would you rather win an Olympic Gold Medal or an Academy Award?
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