Inconceivably solemn! lyrics
by 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