Poem

Inconceivably solemn!

Emily Dickinson
582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery— Their far Parades—order on the eye With a mute Pomp— A pleading Pageantry— Flags, are a brave sight— But no true Eye Ever went by One— Steadily— Music's triumphant— But the fine Ear Winces with delight Are Drums too near—

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