I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, <br />And Mourners to and fro <br />Kept treading--treading--till it seemed <br />That Sense was breaking through-- <br /> <br />And when they all were seated, <br />A Service, like a Drum-- <br />Kept beating--beating--till I thought <br />My Mind was going numb-- <br /> <br />And then I heard them lift a Box <br />And creak across my Soul <br />With those same Boots of Lead, again, <br />Then Space--began to toll, <br /> <br />As all the Heavens were a Bell, <br />And Being, but an Ear, <br />And I, and Silence, some strange Race <br />Wrecked, solitary, here-- <br /> <br />And then a Plank in Reason, broke, <br />And I dropped down, and down-- <br />And hit a World, at every plunge, <br />And Finished knowing--then--<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-felt-a-funeral-in-my-brain-280/
