We never know how high we are (1176)

  
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.
  
Emily Dickinson
  

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In the dark cavern of my soul He lit a spark of light,

We did not meet, so what? of him i caught a sight.

That closeness however has fallen to my rival's lot,

The fun we had over little tiffs is now forgot.

The wounds of parting have healed and hurt no more,

You sleep in peace again, I am at rest as before.

When I have nothing else to do, i ask where has our love fled,

Does it lie beneath the earth or swallowed by the sky and dead.

How long will you lie on the corpse of days gone by,

Wretched ones awake, the sun is high in the sky.

- Nasir Raza Qazmi.

translated by Khushwant Singh.

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there; I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond glints on snow,

I am the sun on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circling flight.

I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there; I did not die.

Mary Elizabeth Frye