We never know
how high we are
We never know
how high we are
Till we are called to rise;
Our statures touch the skies—
And then, if we are true to plan,
Till we are called to rise;
Our statures touch the skies—
And then, if we are true to plan,
The Heroism we
recite
Would be a daily thing,
Did not ourselves the Cubits warp
For fear to be a King—
Would be a daily thing,
Did not ourselves the Cubits warp
For fear to be a King—
Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886)
Fonte: https://poets.org/poem/we-
Poema sugerido e lido por: Léo Nouinde, 7.º C.
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