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He fumbles at your spirit - Emily Dickinson
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He fumbles at your spirit Emily Dickinson

He fumbles at your spirit - Emily Dickinson
He fumbles at your spirit
As players at the keys
Before they drop full music on
He stuns you by degrees

Prepares your brittle substance
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
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