Further Poems of Emily Dickinson/Over and over, like a tune
OVER and over, like a tune
The recollection plays.
Drums of the phantom battlements,
Cornets of Paradise!
The recollection plays.
Drums of the phantom battlements,
Cornets of Paradise!
Snatches from baptized generations,
Cadences too grand
But for the Justified
Processions
At the Lord's right hand.
Cadences too grand
But for the Justified
Processions
At the Lord's right hand.