Further Poems of Emily Dickinson/Inconceivably solemn,

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INCONCEIVABLY solemn,Things too gayPierce by the very pressOf imagery.
Their far paradesHalt on the eyeWith a mute pomp,A pleading pageantry.
Flags are a brave sight,But no true eyeEver went by oneSteadily.
Music's triumphant,But a fine earAches with delightThe drums to hear.
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