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 strangе Race
Wrecked, solitary, hеre -

And then a Plank in Reason, broke
And I dropped down, and down -
And hit a World, at every plunge
And Finished knowing - then -