Full Lyrics
I Can Wade Grief
(Emily Dickinson)
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 tipdrunken
Let no Pebblesmile'Twas the New Liquor
That was all!
Power is only Pain
Stranded, thro' Discipline,
Till Weightswill hang
Give Balmto Giants
And they'll wilt, like Men
Give Himmaleh
They'll CarryHim!
