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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 9, Poema 16
XIV.
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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