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252 I 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 Carry—Him!

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I can wade Grief

252 I 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 Carry—Him!

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481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow Where Tent by Tent—Her Universe Hung out its Flags of Snow—

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The Himmaleh was known to stoop

481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow Where Tent by Tent—Her Universe Hung out its Flags of Snow—

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350 They leave us with the Infinite. But He—is not a man— His fingers are the size of fists— His fists, the size of men— And whom he foundeth, with his Arm As Himmaleh, shall stand— Gibraltar’s Everlasting Shoe Poised lightly on his Hand, So trust him, Comrade— You for you, and I, for you and me Eternity is ample, And quick enough, if true.

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They leave us with the Infinite

350 They leave us with the Infinite. But He—is not a man— His fingers are the size of fists— His fists, the size of men— And whom he foundeth, with his Arm As Himmaleh, shall stand— Gibraltar’s Everlasting Shoe Poised lightly on his Hand, So trust him, Comrade— You for you, and I, for you and me Eternity is ample, And quick enough, if true.

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862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day. But not for Compensation— It holds as large a Glow To Squirrel in the Himmaleh Precisely, as to you.

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Light is sufficient to itself

862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day. But not for Compensation— It holds as large a Glow To Squirrel in the Himmaleh Precisely, as to you.

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“I 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, 'T was the new liquor, — That was all! Power is only pain, Stranded, through discipline, Till weights will hang. Give balm to giants, And they 'll wilt, like men. Give Himmaleh, — They 'll carry him!” - Emily Dickinson.

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“I 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, 'T was the new liquor, — That was all! Power is only pain, Stranded, through discipline, Till weights will hang. Give balm to giants, And they 'll wilt, like men. Give Himmaleh, — They 'll carry him!” - Emily Dickinson.

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