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Apr 2015
Emily Dickinson (1830–86).  Complete Poems.  1924.

Part Three: Love

XLVI

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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