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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.