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