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"He Fumbles at Your Soul" by Emily Dickinson He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys - Before they drop full Music on - He stuns you by Degrees - Prepares your brittle nature 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 - When Winds take Forests in the Paws - The Universe - is still - 他用手指摸索你的灵魂 像琴师抚弄琴键 然后,正式奏乐—— 他...
The quality of mercy is not strain'd. It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest: It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.