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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.

-Emily Dickinson

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He Fumbles At Your

Emily Dickinson

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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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Judge Tenderly Of Me.

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Time Is Short And Full, Like An Outgrown Frock - .

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A Dim Capacity For Wings Demeans The Dress I Wear.

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Memory Is A Strange Bell—jubilee, And Knell.

Spring Is The Period Express From God. Among The Other Seasons Himself Abide, But During March And April None Stir Abroad Without A Cordial Interview With God.

If Aims Impel These Astral Ones The Ones Allowed To Know Know That Which Makes Them As Forgot As Dawn Forgets Them Now

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I Could Not Stop For Death And He Did Not Stop For Me.

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Enough Is So Vast A Sweetness I Suppose It Never Occurs.

I Must Go In, The Fog Is Rising.

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I Cling To Nowhere Until I Fall - The Crash Of Nothing.

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Till It Has Loved, No Man Or Woman Can Become Itself.

Nature, Like Us Is Sometimes Caught Without Her Diadem.

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My River Runs To Thee: Blue Sea, Wilt Welcome Me? My River Waits Reply. Oh Sea, Look Graciously! I ’ll Fetch Thee Brooks From Spotted Nooks,— Say, Sea, Take Me!

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Celebrity Is The Chastisement Of Merit And The Punishment Of Talent.

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