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THE MASTER by EMILY DICKINSON

Poet Analysis

First Line: HE FUMBLES AT YOUR SPIRIT [OR, SOUL]
Last Line: THAT SCALPS YOUR NAKED SOUL.
Subject(s): GOD;
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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