I felt a Funeral, in my Brain

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading – treading – till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through –

And when they were all seated,
A Service, like a Drum
Kept beating – beating – till I though
My mind was going numb –

And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space – began to toll,

And all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence – some strange Race
Wrecked, solitary, here –

And then a Plank of Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down –
and hit a World, at every plunge,
and Finished knowing – then –

Emily Dickinson

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