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.

(C) Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
06/30/2019


Best Poems of Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

• Dreams.
• Forbidden Fruit. Ii.
• The First Lesson.
• Remorse.
• In The Garden.
• The Grave My Little Cottage Is,
• Portraits Are To Daily Faces
• Morns Like These We Parted;
• "is Heaven A Physician?"
• My Rose.
• "new Feet Within My Garden Go,"
• The Sleeping Flowers.
• Why?
• The Balloon.
• Trying To Forget.
• The Moon.
• Bless God, He Went As Soldiers,
• Out Of The Morning.
• Dying.