I Felt a Funeral in My Brain

By Emily Dickenson

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   all   were   seated,
A   Service,   like   a   Drum -
Kept   beating   -   beating   -   till   I   thought
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,

As   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     in Reason, broke,
And   I     dropped     down,       and           down -
And             hit                 a                             World,                 at           every           plunge,
And               Finished           knowing   -                               then -