Inconceivably solemn!
Things so 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 a fine Ear
Winces with delight
Are Drums too near.
Emily Dickinson
Musicians wrestle everywhere -
All day - among the crowded air
I hear the silver strife -
And - waking - long before the morn -
Such transport breaks upon the town
I think it that "New life"...
No Notice gave She, but a Change -
No Message, but a Sigh -
For Whom, the Time did not suffice
That She should specify.
She was not warm, though Summer shone
Nor scrupulous of cold
Though Rime by Rime...
Within my Garden, rides a Bird
Upon a single Wheel -
Whose spokes a dizzy Music make
As 'twere a travelling Mill -
He never stops, but slackens
Above the Ripest Rose -
Partakes without alighting
And p...