We never know how high we are
Till we are asked to rise
And then if we are true to plan
Our statures touch the skies —
The Heroism we recite
Would be a normal thing
Did not ourselves the Cubits warp
For fear to be a King —
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We never know we go when we are going —
We jest and shut the Door —
Fate — following — behind us bolts it —
And we accost no more — -
Who never lost, are unprepared
A Coronet to find!
Who never thirsted
Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind!
Who never climbed the weary league —
Can such a foot explore
The purple territories
On Pizarro's shore?
How many Legions overcome —
The Emperor will say?...Who never wanted — maddest Joy
Remains to him unknown —
The Banquet of Abstemiousness
Defaces that of Wine —
Within its reach, though yet ungrasped
Desire's perfect Goal —
No nearer — lest the Actual —
Should disentrall thy soul —
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