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IX. THE TEST. 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! NINE THE TEST I CAN WEIGH 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 THROUGH DISCIPLINE TILL WEIGHTS WILL HANG GIVE BALM TO GIANTS AND THEY'LL WILT LIKE MEN GIVE HIM A LATE THEY'LL CARRY HIM
ard it in the chillest land, And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me. VII. THE WHITE HEAT. Dare you see a soul at the white heat? Then crouch within the door. Red is the fire's common tint; But when the vivid ore Has sated flame's conditions, Its quivering substance plays Without a color but the light Of unanointed blaze. Least village boasts its blacksmith, Whose anvil's even din Stands symbol for the finer forge That soundless tugs within, Refining these impatient ores With hammer and with blaze, Until the designated light Repudiate the forge. VIII. TRIUMPHANT. Who never lost, are unprepared A coronet to find; Who never thirsted, flagons And cooling tamarind. Who never climbed the weary league -- Can such a foot explore The purple territories On Pizarro's shore? How many legions overcome? The emperor will say. How many colors taken On Revolution Day? How many bullets bearest? The royal scar hast thou? Angels, write "Promoted" On this soldier's brow! HAT KEPT MY HEART SO WARM I'VE HEARD IT IN THE CHILLEST LAND AND ON THE STRANGEST SEA YET NEVER IN EXTREMITY IT ASKED A CRUMB OF ME SEVEN THE WHITE HEAT DARE YOU SEE A SOUL AT THE WHITE HEAT THEN CROUCH WITHIN THE DOOR RED IS THE FIRE'S COMMON TINT BUT WHEN THE VIVID ORE HAS SATED FLAMES CONDITIONS ITS QUIVERING SUBSTANCE PLAYS WITHOUT A COLOUR BUT THE LIGHT OF UNANOINTED BLAZE LEAST VILLAGE BOASTS ITS BLACKSMITH WHOSE ANVILS EVEN DIN STAND SYMBOL FOR THE FINER FORGE THAT SOUNDLESS TUGS WITHIN REFINING THESE IMPATIENT OARS WITH HAMMER AND WITH BLAZE UNTIL THE DESIGNATED LIGHT REPUDIATE THE FORGE EIGHT TRIUMPHANT WHO NEVER LOST ARE UNPREPARED A CORONET TO FIND WHO NEVER THIRSTED FLAGONS AND COOLING TAMARIND WHO NEVER CLIMBED THE WEARY LEAGUE CAN SUCH A FOOT EXPLORE THE PURPLE TERRITORIES ON PIZARRO'S SHORE HOW MANY LEGIONS OVERCOME THE EMPEROR WILL SAY HOW MANY COLOURS TAKEN ON REVOLUTION DAY HOW MANY BULLETS BEAREST THE ROYAL SCAR HAST THOU ANGEL'S RIGHT PROMOTED ON THIS SOLDIER'S BROW
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