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!