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He fumbles at your Soul

He fumbles at your Soul
As Players at the Keys
Before they drop full Music on
He stuns you by degrees
Prepares your brittle Nature
For the Ethereal Blow
By fainter Hammers further heard
Then nearer Then so slow
Your Breath has time to straighten
Your Brain to bubble Cool
Deals One imperial Thunderbolt
That scalps your naked Soul

When Winds take Forests in the Paws
The Universe is still

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Poem He fumbles at your Soul - Emily Dickinson