I felt a Funeral, in my Brain
Emily Dickinson
1830 to 1886
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And hit a World, at every plunge,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race,
As all the Heavens were a Bell,
Wrecked, solitary, here -
And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
Kept beating - beating - till I thought
Then Space - began to toll,
And Finished knowing - then -
And Mourners to and fro
And creak across my Soul
My mind was going numb -
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And then I heard them lift a Box
And I dropped down, and down -
And when they all were seated,
That Sense was breaking through -
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
A Service, like a Drum -
And Being, but an Ear,
Kept treading - treading - till it seemed