Emily Dickinson - Inconceivably solemn! lyrics
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