I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
 Kept

till it seemed
 That Sense was breaking through -


And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum - 
Kept

till I thought
My mind was going numb -


And then I heard them lift a Box
 And creak across my Soul
 With those same

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

and

-
 And hit a World, at every plunge,
 And Finished knowing - then -