He fumbles at your SoulAs Players at the Keys —Before they drop full Music on —He stuns you by Degrees —Prepares your brittle NatureFor the Ethereal BlowBy 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 hold Forests in their Paws —The Universe — is still — F477 (1862) J315Emily Dickinson
He fumbles at your Soul
He fumbles at your SoulAs Players at the Keys —Before they drop full Music on —He stuns you by Degrees —Prepares your brittle NatureFor the Ethereal BlowBy 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 hold Forests in their Paws —The Universe — is still — F477 (1862) J315Emily Dickinson