Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE MASTER, by EMILY DICKINSON

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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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