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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Inconceivably Solemn!

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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