I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,

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 --