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 stran ge 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 -