315 <br /> <br />He fumbles at your Soul <br />As Players at the Keys <br />Before they drop full Music on— <br />He stuns you by degrees— <br />Prepares your brittle Nature <br />For the Ethereal Blow <br />By fainter Hammers—further heard— <br />Then nearer—Then so slow <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 />When Winds take Forests in the Paws— <br />The Universe—is still—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-fumbles-at-your-soul/
