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.

In 1981 The Manuscript Books of Emily Dickinson was publiEmily Dickinsond. Emily eventually sent her over three hundred letters more than to any other correspondent over the course of their friendship. When the simple funeral was held in the Homestead's entrance hall Emily stayed in her room with the door cracked open.

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (December 10 1830 – May 15 1886) was an American poet. Many of her poems deal with themes of death and immortality two recurring topics in letters to her friends.