He fumbles at your spirit <br /> As players at the keys <br />Before they drop full music on; <br /> He stuns you by degrees, <br /> <br />Prepares your brittle substance <br /> For the ethereal blow, <br />By fainter hammers, further heard, <br /> Then nearer, then so slow <br /> <br />Your breath has time to straighten, <br /> Your brain to bubble cool, -- <br />Deals one imperial thunderbolt <br /> That scalps your naked soul.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-fumbles-at-your-spirit/
