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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN TIME OF 'THE BREAKING OF NATIONS' by THOMAS HARDY TO STATECRAFT EMBALMED by MARIANNE MOORE FANCIES AT NAVESINK: 7 by WALT WHITMAN ON THE INDESTRUCTIBILITY OF READING MATTER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS DESCRIPTIONS by VIRGINIA A. ALLIN TAKE HER, BREAK HER by ANACREON FIRST CYCLE OF LOVE POEMS: 3 by GEORGE BARKER SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 14. 'I LOVE THEE' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |