God

can wade Grief Whole Pools of it... I'm used to that But the least push of Joy Breaks up my feet And I tip drunken Let no Pebble smile 'Twas the New Liquor That was all! Power is only Pain Stranded, thro' Discipline, Till Weights will hang Give Balm to Giants And they'll wilt, like Men Give Himmaleh They'll CarryHim! - Emily Dickinson